Over the past week, I was lucky enough to visit two people who are very dear to me. The first person I visited was my friend in Boston. She recently graduated and moved back there, so it was perfect timing to go visit. We did so many fun things! We saw historical sites, rode the trains and buses, spent time with her family, ate lots of good food, etc. After I had been with her a few days, I took the bus to go see my brother in New York. I had so much fun with him too. I don't get to see him very much so it was so nice to spend time with him!
In the middle of my trip (traveling from Boston to New York) is where the crazy story happens...
As I was waiting for the mega bus to arrive in Boston, I was already not looking forward to a five hour bus ride with tons of stinky people. I often get car sick and have to use the bathroom, which is literally a talent in those buses. Eventually it was time to board the bus. I got on and sat near the front on the top of the bus which is always a good thing. Hours past and I began getting car sick. The bus driver didn't seem to care about all of the jolts she was putting us through by constantly stomping on her breaks. Three hours into the bus ride, this would be the least of my worries. As we were riding along, I was listening to some podcasts - trying to enjoy my time as much as I could. As I'm listening to my podcast with both of my headphones in, I heard some yelling happening somewhere in the bus. I took my head phones off to hear what was going on and all of a sudden the bus driver began speaking through the intercom in a frantic tone, "excuse me ladies and gentlemen, there is a passenger on this bus who just threatened to shoot the mega bus. I feel scared and so I am going to pull over and get the police involved..."
So, here I am - an innocent person thinking that a passenger on the bus has a gun and is going to go through the bus and shoot all of us. My heart started beating so fast and I didn't know what to do because I felt so helpless. Two passengers from the upper floor immediately went downstairs to help with the situation while the rest of us were sweating, waiting to see if the problem would get resolved. There was some more yelling between the bus driver and some of the passengers, then all of a sudden the yelling stopped. The passengers came upstairs and everything seemed to be okay. About an hour later, the bus driver decided to pull over and said, "I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen, I can't drive any longer. I still feel nervous with this passenger on board and feel so sick that I'm not really driving well." When the bus driver pulled over, we were all so confused. We were 45 minutes away from our destination and didn't know what was happening. Eventually, 8 police cars showed up, people from the bus gave witness reports, then the bus driver left and told us that another driver would be taking us the rest of the way. As we waited on the side of the road for about an hour and fifteen minutes, I discovered what really happened...
There was a passenger on the bus sitting near the bus driver who decided to make a phone call. Because he was so close to the bus driver, the bus driver said, "sir, will you please go to the back of the bus or end your phone call, because you are distracting me while I'm driving." The passenger got upset about this and then some unpleasant interactions occurred between the bus driver and the passenger, when the passenger said, "I'm going to SUE mega bus for interrupting my conversation." The bus driver replied, "you're going to SHOOT mega bus!?!" From then on out, the bus driver could not be convinced that the passenger did not say that. She made us scared for our lives, delayed our bus ride for over an hour, and on top of that wouldn't communicate properly with the passenger. Everyone on the bus was so mad when they found out what really happened. The bus driver didn't seem to care though. We were all at the mercy of the bus driver who wasn't willing to communicate properly.
Crazy right?? If the bus driver would've taken time to understand or listen, no one would've felt threatened at all. People are so crazy sometimes!!
Luckily the rest of my trip was a blast and now I have a story to tell!!
Before I had children, I always felt jealous of those young moms out on a walk with their kids with "nothing" to do all day. Now that my life is full of "nothing"....my perspective has changed...A LOT. In fact, I'd say this is the hardest stage of my life so far, but it is also very rewarding.
6:09 am-The birds start chirping
6:18-Chloe (almost 2 years old) hears the birds and decides it's not time for sleep anymore. "Daddy! Mommy!.....Mommmmy!!!!! Daaaaaddy!!!!". Me: Roll over, "uggggh" I decide to get up...reluctantly. I see Chloe's face and my heart melts. "Mommaaaa" She's so happy to see me, wonderful feeling being needed. I lift her out of her crib, she cuddles on my shoulder. I savor every second of this very rare cuddle time that lasts less than a minute. I sit on the recliner and she says "weewee" which means TV. No more cuddles. I turn the TV on, set her down on the recliner and cover her with a blanket. I get my workout clothes on and head to the gym.
7:30-Get home from the gym, Chloe has been fed a go-gurt and it's half eaten and sitting on the ottoman leaving trails. Asher is awake now, watching Bubble Guppies. "Hi Buddy" I say. "eeeehh....I need milk!!!" Ugh, the sound of the whiny voice is just the beginning of me trying my hardest to keep my cool. I try to feed my kids breakfast...Chloe wants cheerios, eats 2 and then is done. Asher decides cheerios sound good...I poor him a bowl. Chloe tips her bowl, first spill of the day. At this point I have poured Asher a cup of milk. He flings his arms...second spill of the day. Before he is done eating his cereal, 3rd spill of the day. I always have to remind myself...don't cry over spilled milk. But sometimes I just want to cry.
8:00-I hurry and shower so hubby can make sure the kids don't kill each other. I get ready.
8:30-Hubby leaves for his internship. I realize that I need to hurry because I need to get both kids ready before we leave for Asher's preschool in 10 min. I start rushing. "Asher, here are your clothes, I'll race you...see who can get their clothes on first you or Chloe" I get Chloe's clothes on first...Asher is sad and he whines for a while but then I bribe him to finish getting dressed. I help both kids get their shoes and socks on. I do their hair, and then grab the diaper bag and head out the door. While heading to the car, both kids get distracted by the next door neighbors dogs...I count to 3 for them to get in the car and say "Hurry! We're late!".
8:44- Finally in the car, buckled, and backing out of the driveway. Chloe says "beebee" Me: I don't have a binky babe". She whines and asks for a binky for the next 10 min. Asher talks and yells and whines to himself "waaaawaaaawaaa..." I think he has a competition with himself to see how much noise he can make...always. Half way there, he decides to bug Chloe, she starts screaming. What I would give for some silence.
9:00-At the preschool, I get Asher out of the car. I tell him to run up the driveway, he whines for me to walk with him....I walk halfway and let him run the rest of the way. Chloe and I drive home.
9:15- I sweep, mop, put the dishes away, do the dishes in the sink, clean the bathroom, put in a load of laundry, vacuum the floor, pick up the clutter, all while Chloe is either watching "Masha and the Bear", whining that she wants popcorn, or running cutely away from the vacuum...it's her favorite thing. She screams and runs away from the vacuum and jumps on the couch...brings a smile to my face.
10:45-Time to go pick up Asher.
11:00-Asher is excited, running out of preschool and showing me the things he made while there. We head home...Asher decides to bug Chloe the whole way home...making her cry and making me ornery.
11:22- Time for lunch. I make a PB&H, we eat lunch, then take a little while to clean up...if I don't sweep after each meal then the ants come :( I then proceed to put Chloe to sleep, Asher and I play with cars, trains, magnets, little people. He helps me wipe down the chairs and walls with clorox wipes. I try to get a couple of things done on my computer and he whines that I haven't played with him enough. I play with him a little bit more and then I start dinner.
This is a typical good day, there are definitely better days and worse days. The worst ones are when either Asher or I wake up on the wrong side of the bed....not a pretty sight. There are times when I feel like I am ruining my children...because I act like a child. Having a small children talk and whine at you all day takes serious patience.
It's fun, it's exhausting, it's rewarding, it's draining, it makes me grow. It's the hardest and the best time of my life. I wouldn't trade it for the world...but now when I see a young mother walking her little child(ren), I'm not jealous anymore. I know the refiners fire that she has to go through ALL day EVERY day. With no real break. It never ends. But it is wonderful.
How do you say goodbye to the people you love?
Goodbye's are so hard. Today I went to work and told multiple clients that I work with that I am leaving. Every client that I work with has some type of developmental disability, so you can probably imagine how much my heart melted as I told each of them that I was leaving Utah. One client in particular had a pretty hard time with it. As I told him that I would be leaving, he looked at me and said, "but why would you do that? Are you going to at least come and visit?" Then he wiped a tear from his face and pulled his hat over his face. All I wanted to do in that moment was hug him and cry with him, but I tried to be strong and told him that everything would be okay. He then looked at me and told me that two staff that had worked with him had recently left and then he said, "now you." How do you respond to a sweet old man telling you that?! Heart jerker for sure. Luckily, about five minutes later, he forgave me and we were able to get past the emotional struggle.
I love the clients that I work with. I would not trade anything in the world for this last year that I spent with them. They have truly touched my life forever. I will cherish the memories that I have had over this past year and remember how good my life is because of them.