Well, Roxy wasn’t on her bus home… Happy ending, but let me back up a bit.
On Moanday, Daughter, SIL, and Roxy went to the school to meet her teacher and do all the preliminaries, one of which was giving the teacher her bus number.
Late on Tuesday, SIL got a text saying Roxy’s bus was changed as were pickup and dropoff times. No biggie, right? But you know where this is going. Whoever was in charge of the bus change didn’t tell the teachers. So Mrs. O put Roxy on the bus number that she was originally assigned to.
Daughter came home early and was waiting at the bus stop with me so she could take a pic of Roxy as she descended. The bus was running late - no surprise on the first day. But it finally got there and the kids got off, except for one. The bus started pulling away and Daughter ran after it - only to have the bus driver inform her that Roxy wasn’t aboard.
One of the other moms there dealt with the same thing last year with her kid, so she told Daughter who to call, and after some searching and stuff on the school’s part, they discovered Roxy had been put on the wrong bus and was being returned to the school. Daughter drove over there (it’s about a mile from their house) and had her about 50 minutes later than she was supposed to have gotten to her stop.
Roxy was OK till she saw her mom, then all the stress and stuff hit her and she started crying. Poor kid. Helluva way to start kindergarten. Here’s hoping it goes better tomorrow.
On the plus side, I discovered my delayed start on my oven does, in fact, work. First time in 19 years I’ve used it! Supper was meatloaf, instant smashed spuds (do not judge!!) and corn. Now it’s time to chill. All of a sudden, I’m totally drained. I’m too old for this crap.