Carol's random babble

So my 16-year-old nearly missed the bus again this morning. I'm sure I'm the one to blame. After all, I didn't  start trying to wake her up until 5:17 a.m. And I only told her to take her shower about every five minutes. I made sure there were frozen chocolate chip waffles for her breakfast, but I didn't cook toast them for her. I didn't pre-chew them (a la mama bird) so they could slide down her throat - oh, no, she had to chew them herself (which took what, 20 minutes for two waffles?). I didn't scrub her back, I didn't blow-dry her hair. In fact, when she started blow-drying her hair (11 minutes after I told her it was 7 a.m. and she was still in the shower until 7:10 - her bus comes by 7:15), I yelled that she didn't have time to blow-dry her hair, pounded on the wall between my room and the bathroom and then, when I saw the bus, pounded on the bathroom door and screamed "The bus is here!" I did take her oboe out to the car, but not ...

Cayla missed the bus at her regular stop today. I quickly drove her to the third stop in town. After I dropped her off, I checked the time - it was 7:09 a.m., one minute before the published scheduled time for her to be picked up at her stop. After I got home, I called the bus barn. Looking at the bus schedule and talking to the dispatcher, I learned that the bus driver plans to pick up at Cayla's stop at 7:06 - one minute before the published first stop, which is two stops before where Cayla catches the bus. The dispatcher explained that they've had to adjust the schedule because people registered their kids for school late and had to be added in. I told her I just didn't want the bus driver giving Cayla a hard time for getting on at the wrong stop because he did last year. And in the end, it's a moot point. Next week Seminary starts and I'll have to drive her to church at 6 a.m. Monday through Friday. I'm just thankful that the bridge repair that has block...