This morning on the way to school, I ended up behind a school bus.
Since I wasn’t running late today (amazing) I didn’t mind waiting for two stops across the street from my school. I even saw a few old students who were boarding the bus.
It made me think about when I was in high school and my sister and I would take the bus to school.
Now, these days, I am late for everything but honestly, back then I wasn’t. I was ready for the bus every day and would wait for my sister downstairs with my backpack in my hands.
I would watch her rush into the kitchen, do a hit and run of the fridge, tornado toward the laundry room, throw laundry everywhere before she found the sweater she wanted (probably mine), fight with me about the sweater, and then watch the bus go by out the kitchen window.
Oops. Better wake mom.
We were really lucky that mom was home and able to drive us to school.
Until she decided enough was enough and refused to drive us.
She can’t be serious.
But it’s raining.
This is child abuse.
I learned that day never to wait for my sister.