The Crazy Lady Next Door

I would love to tell you a funny story about some wacky neighbor at this point, but unfortunately I am the crazy lady next door. DLS time is killing me. Yesterday I woke up at 7:55. Kids needed to leave for the bus by 8:18. I was out of cold cereal so I quickly whipped up some oatmeal and some how we made it. I was feeling pretty good about my abilities. Fast forward to today. I woke up at 7:45. 10 min earlier than yesterday so I should have been fine, but wait there were 3 extra kids. My friend's daughter broke her arm and has to go in for surgery this morning so I have her 3 other kids, a 10 year old, 2 year old and 9 mo old. Again, no cold cereal, so eggs and biscuits for 8 hungry children. Sill, I thought I was doing okay on time, and then suddenly I realized I wasn't. Kids were brushing their teeth, I happened to look out the window and saw my friend parking on my street to bring her daughter to the bus stop. She waved frantically at me so I opened the door to see what was up. She yells to me, "The bus is here!". The last thing I wanted to do this morning is load 8 kids into the car to bring 4 of them to school because they missed the bus. So, I started running through the house screaming, "The bus is here, the bus is here. Let's go, let's go. grab your stuff. You have to go now. Run, Run!!!". In the chaos I see Bryce grab his back pack and run out the door with no coat. It is seriously freezing out there so I, bra less, bare footed, and still in my pjs. grabed his coat and ran after him down the street. Just as I was rounding the corner the bus door closed. Luckily my friend waved the bus driver to open the door, I stepped onto the bus and handed Bryce his coat. I hope the warmth of his coat will be worth the emotional scars that may have been caused by his mother coming on to his bus bra less, barefooted, and still in her pjs. Later my neighbor called to laugh at me because of course my front door was wide open during all of the chaos. She heard screaming and thought there had been some kind of an accident, perhaps a child hit by the bus. So she ran out of her house only to realize that the screaming was coming from my house and that everything was fine. I'm glad she didn't stick around to see the bra less, barefooted, pj-ed run down the street. Being the lovely neighbor that she is, she didn't only call to laugh at me she also offered to take Gracie to preschool for me. Which may have saved me the only shred of sanity that I have left for the day. Did I mention that I was bra less. Barefooted. And still in my pjs. Yea, good morning.