It was the longest 8 minutes of my life.
The little kids and I sat at the bus stop for about 10 minutes, and when his arrival time came and went (3:27), my head was immediately filled with all the scenarios of what could possibly go wrong and why the heck he wasn't here yet. I had to call Jon to talk me down, I was giving myself an anxiety attack. I don't think the convenience of the bus is worth all this. (Plus he was on the bus for almost an hour and his school is only 1.5 miles away. I think I'm going to rethink this bus thing.)
But when we were finally home safe and sound, I was able to ask Seth about his day. Here are the responses I got to my many questions:
"Mom, I need to wear tennis shoes because we do this thing called PE. It's inside- in the same place we eat lunch. There's a bunch of different things you can do, it's kind of like the Olympics." (Like I said, we watched a lot a lot of Olympics these past two weeks.)
"I didn't really like lunch. It was kind of like a taco with red sauce." (It was a pizza quesadilla.) "So, I just ate the applesauce." (NOT the salad.) "And you know what? Dad was right- they did have chocolate milk!" (Jon had told him last night during dinner that he could drink chocolate milk at school every day if he wanted to. I did not agree.) So his first school lunch was applesauce and chocolate milk.
"When my teacher said that everyone needed to go sit on the carpet, I was the first one there!" (He also got 4 "super stars", some sort of recognition for being good.)
"Mom, I didn't think about you at all until I was on the bus."
I guess that's good. (sniff)