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Sunday, August 10, 2008
On Friday afternoon my husband called me at 3:30 p.m. Our new kindergartner did not get off of the school bus. Oh my gosh. Where is he. I phoned the school and the secretary contacted his teacher. The teacher says yes we put him on the bus. Where is my son. I called the bus dispatch and the lady was very rude. She says I am on the phone with the school and you just need to go to the school. I dropped everything at work and ran to my car. I called my husband and he started walking the streets to see if Draysen had gotten off at another stop. I was about half way to the school and the phone rang it was the school principal. They had located Draysen - he was put on the wrong school bus. What - you have to be kidding me. Do they understand how traumatic this is for us. As soon as I pulled up to the school I saw Draysen. I jumped out of the car and gave him a huge hug. It took me several hours to calm down. The what ifs in life...