I am not a big fan of riding the bus and Liam does not ride the bus. I rode the bus growing up from second grade through about ninth grade. It was fine, I survived, but I hated standing outside in the weather. There was also a guy at my bus stop in middle school who was a jerk…and if you miss the bus…well, you miss the bus. Also, the bus is a great place for things to happen without any adult to intervene or really know what is happening. The principal at Liam’s school even implied that the bus is not the best place in the world for a kid. That said…this morning I really, really wished Liam was a busrider. Colm was FAST asleep this morning and I had to wake him up to take Liam to school. I am sure the construction workers working across the street think I beat my children…Colm screamed and fought me for a good five minutes as I tried to stuff him into his carseat. My upper arms were tired when I finally got him snapped in. Maybe it would be worth paying for the bus for the few days like this when it would be nice to let Colm just sleep, unfortunately, Liam has let me know that he DOES NOT want to ride the bus.
