Today I do mention that we had more than a few this past week, and I can't help but sigh because the problems that I worry and stress about are nearly never the ones that actually end up being the actual problem.
In the weeks leading up to the last week of school I spent a lot of time stressing about how Maggie would react to nine days without the bus coming to our house.
On weeks when she had Mondays off, and on Christmas and Easter break we had a really tough time.
I pictured daily meltdowns.
But you guys, she got summer. Totally and completely. She understood. She didn't even ask about the bus.
It was amazing.
It felt miraculous that first day when she understood.
There was one thing, however, that she did not understand.
And it had to do with a certain younger sister getting to get up and get dressed and go to therapy bright and early every morning.
You see, Maggie has therapy in the evenings and that cannot be changed because those spots are in very high demand (I tried and was told once you have that spot if you give it up it's gone and obviously I can't do that for the school year...).
And that became a whole new problem.
We had to drop off Tessie every morning and then leave the therapy center with Maggie still in the car.
And that was one transition that became very hard every single day at drop off and pick up.
It wasn't the bus not coming. It was dropping off and picking up Tessie that got us.
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