Bus Rides, The BFG and Jeffery the Insect

Okay, so I haven’t been following my new mantra: ‘Do what you want to do when you want to do it’ lately. There’s been too much work-work to do. And although I don’t believe I have to blog frequently, I think about it all the time. Think about all the things I want to tell you all, and even though you probably don’t care, I feel like you’ve missed out on so much! I write blogs in my mind, like this one, I had plenty of time to compose it while riding a bus to and from Phoenix. With 2 third grade classes none the less!

It wasn’t all that bad. I figured it was better than getting a call telling me I had to come pick my son up in Phoenix like last time! Yes he has bus sickness, not car sickness, just with buses. As we started off one teacher looked at me and said, “Doesn’t he…” then she made the universal motion for throwing up*, last year he threw up 3 times, poor Mrs. Clark! Yes, his reputation proceeds him! Although I drugged him up, I still felt obligated to go just in case. So I was his soft shoulder to sleep on.

We went to the Tempe Center of Arts to watch the play “The BFG”, the big friendly giant. It was a hit, lots of humor, even a ‘fart dance’, so of course the kids liked it! This is son number two, Jackson. He’s not so much the touchy feely kind like Ethan is so I was surprised when leaving the theater he held my hand. Then he held my hand in the bus and was full of cuddles while talking about the bug, ahem I mean insect, (don’t want to get that wrong!), Jeffrey, who was hitching a ride back with us on our window.

We got back a few minutes early somehow and Jackson was depressed about having to go back into the classroom when the teacher let him leave with me, making him very happy. As we walked up to the house he said he was very happy for two things, one, that I was there so he could leave with me early and two, that he didn’t have to walk home in the hot sun. So that’s what the whole day boiled down to, getting out of school early and ridding home. Oh yes, and one last parting thought about Jeffery, he wondered if Jeffery had moved from the window and yet, and what made him want to ride with us? These questions will just have to become part of the great mysteries of our lives. And I’m sure when I drop him off at school tomorrow he’ll pull away from me like usual when I give him a kiss goodbye, but I’ll always have today.

*Hands to mouth moving out in quick, horizontal thrusts.