Today the school bus showed up at 8:11am at the bottom of the Martini Family's driveway. After schlepping 2 tired, whiny, chronically late (that may have had something to do with me) Martini Kids ALLLLLLLL the way up the street (uphill both ways in the snow) for the last two years I can only say thank you Baby Jesus and the bus transportation gods. Once said bus pulled away but probably not far enough that I didn't embarrass Martini Kids 1 & 2, I did the Martini Mom Happy Dance all the way up the drive and into the house. Martini Mom got her groove back...go MM, go MM, go-go-go MM!
I love all the Martini Kids but I want them out of my house...for several hours each day...so that someone else can share in the joy of motherhood and I can pee without someone asking for something before I can unzip and put the seat down (insert cursing here).
I know, I know...many Mom's dread the end of summer and all the glorious family fun ending and (dare I say it) cry...a lot...when their precious children climb aboard the bus every August. I.am.not.that.Mom. I also think 1/2 of you are just pinching yourselves really hard somewhere really sensitive because if you don't cry you are THAT Mom. The one dancing in the driveway...I can own it.
So however you choose to commemorate the kids heading back to fill their beautiful brains with knowledge...crying in your Cheerios or getting jiggy in the driveway...you really should do something to celebrate you...the amazing Mom (and Dad, but you know it's mostly us...wink) who kept them alive (and they LOVE to try and kill each other daily...even the precious ones) and somewhat entertained for another summer. Hopefully the kids super smart (WAY smarter than this Martini Mom) teachers were able to recharge and enjoy their time away from the classroom so they can put up with all the shenanigans that will surely be headed their way. And by shenanigans I mean my kids.
Now I don't mean to be greedy, but tonight I may say a prayer tonight to Baby Jesus and the transportation gods that they may change the bus stop DROP off to the Scoreboard...a fine establishment a few blocks from the Martini abode where there is vodka a plenty and I can avoid the dreaded question of "what's for dinner?" and wish it would just freakin' make itself...but I digress.
Cheers to school!!!
