Wakie, wakie guys. Unravel your heap, time to get ready for school. Look Jerry, aren't they cute, where's my camera . . .
Yay, school bus!
You ever get ready for work without a loud toddler or three holding your ankles? Bliss.
What happens at school, do you have friends, do you get sad, happy, laugh, in trouble, can you follow directions, do your teachers like you, what do you dislike, love, do you wonder about your brothers? Me? Such a mystery.
Here come the squeals pulling down our driveway. There they are standing at the bus door before the bus stops rolling (better, inescapable, restraints are coming). There is the bus driver cutting up, shaking his head, slapping high fives. Here he is allowing the boys to open, close, open, close the door, calling to our dogs who make an entrance onto the bus every morning, every noon. There I am yelling at the dogs, scolding the boys, hands off the door, get in the gate, come on, come on, laughing.
Woop it up. Filthy, forbidden, busy, screaming fun.
1:00-2:00 p.m. Sleep, go to sleep, part of going to school is sleeping, we get up so early, please sleep.