Friday Confessional

Mamarazzi {for the record I totally love her} and Glamazon

{I don't know her yet but I'm always up for a new bloggy friend} are co-hosting a new meme called Friday Confessionals. Now originally I thought my confessions were way to personal to air on my blog since I have family members who read it. And since I apparently blogged too much information once {I still stand firm I was not wrong since I named no names, guilty people just know when you're writing about them. To them I offer this solution, don't be an asshat and I won't write about you mkay!} and it caused some feathers to be ruffled. Anyway, I think I was wrong {it has been known to happen}, I do have plenty to confess that will leave the guilty feeling safe hiding behind their fake smiles and obnoxious laughs! So without digging that hole any deeper here's my first Friday Confessional post...

I confess that I just took away anyone else's chance of winning the 2011 Mother of the Year award. Sorry ladies but this year I have it in the bag!

I slept with my bedroom window open last night, I love sleeping in the cold all covered up with a warm blanket, a hot man and my 90 pound security blanket, aka Rogue. It got cold last night, cold for Florida anyway, so when the alarm went off this morning and the 42 degree air was blowing on me I hit snooze...3 times. That's 27 minutes.

Oops!

Whatever!

Peanut is super responsible so I was certain she was up, dressed and waiting for me to make her bacon and eggs for breakfast. I had plenty of time.

Oops again!

Peanut was still sound asleep because she too was too cold to get out of bed and kept hitting her snooze button. No worries everything was prepped and ready to go we still had plenty of time for breakfast and a quick ponytail.

I prepared her breakfast, sipped my cup of coffee, cleaned up the creamer that Babe spilled all over the floor {because that was apparently my job} put her hair in a pony and even flat ironed the ends so it looked nice and smooth. Out the door we went thinking we had about 2 minutes to spare.

Oops again and again!

As we rounded the corner I saw the bus coming but no children at the bus stop. We have a pretty big bus stop, like 13-14 kids, so the fact that she was the only one out there should have been clue #1 {and a biggy} that something was wrong. I'm not a morning person and admit to being more than dense at times especially when I'm tired.

Whatever!

The bus came and it wasn't our regular smiling driver, it was a grumpy looking older man with a sidekick in the front seat. Still I wasn't too worried, perhaps our driver was sick and this was a new driver with someone making sure he did the route correctly. I missed clue #2 that something was very wrong!

Before boarding the bus Peanut asked "is this bus going to FHC?", his reply was a reassuring yes. She jumped on and I went back inside, with a knot quickly forming in the pit of my tummy, and proceeded to tell Babe what had just transpired. His reply was a less than assuring "and you let her get on!".

Crap, what had I just done?!!? I grabbed my phone and jumped in the car.

I called the neighbor..."no M got on the bus with the rest of the kids..."

CRAP!

I called the school and was forced to tell them what a dumb-ass I was and asked for their assistance in finding my child. Now I knew that some creepy pedophile and his side kick had not high jacked a county bus in search of unsuspecting children and their dumb-ass parents, I'm slow but I'm not stupid. What I was fearful of was that a new driver on one of the Magnet school routes had picked her up and not knowing the name of the school, you know because he's new and all, answered her question of "are you going to FHC?" incorrectly.

Work with me here, I already feel bad enough!

The school told me that the ESE bus had a new student a few doors down and they must have assumed it was Peanut. They thought Peanut was their new ESE student and they let her on the bus without talking to the parent to make sure! {I'm not even going to go there with my thoughts on this one!}.

I texted {is it texted or text? Neither one looks right, whatever} Peanut but she's a rule follower {at least at school} and didn't answer. A few minutes later her response to my text of "are you on the right bus?" was NONONONONONONONONONO!"

I was now convinced that she was on her way to a Magnet school in the ghetto!

The Guidance Counselor was in the office when I called, she began searching for possible buses she could have gotten on and met me outside the school. She too believed she was on the ESE bus. I appreciated her confidence that she would in fact make it to the correct school. What I did not appreciate was her "Why did you let her get on the wrong bus?" comment. It wasn't a question, it was a definite accusation and I could hear her "bad Mom" tone coming through loud and clear! Seriously Sister, are you really going to go there with me right now? I know I'm a dumb-ass. I know y'all will talk about me all day. I know I was wrong but didn't your Momma teach you that there's a time and place for everything and that this was neither!

Now I was talking with the teacher who checks the buses in to see if he had seen Peanut or the ESE bus. He is also Peanuts AGP teacher and was becoming as concerned as I was. So when her text came in he all but yelled at me "Call her!". Of course she didn't answer but within a minute she called back to let me know, in a very shaky voice, that she was ok and in the bus line in front of her school. She also asked that I meet her there because she was "freaked".

I was already there, waiting to give her a big "I'm sorry" and a hug.

So there you have it. I confess to being a dumb-ass Mom who isn't able to the read crystal clear signs all but spelled out right in front of her face that something is wrong.

If you would like to vote for me for 2011 Mother of the Year please send your nomination forms to srmt1970@gamil.com and I will see to it that they are printed and mailed to the appropriate place. Thanks!

And for the record all of this happened with me looking like this and with a bad case of morning/coffee breath to boot!

Surely my bravery to post this picture is worth an extra nomination or two!