It's just after 12 and I rush downstairs to wait by the window.
My little dude is suppose to be home soon. He has NEVER gotten home after 12:10 in his whole preschool career.
I sit by the window watching.
Waiting.
The noon news ends and it is 12:30 and STILL no Tyler.
I call the school and the teacher says he has been put on the bus. Her part is done. Here is a number. I feel a lump rise in my throat and call the number. The rude lady on the other end gives me ANOTHER number.
12:35.
Where are they? We live less than half a mile away from the school.
Something is wrong.
12:40
The lady gets back on and says that the bus had a few extra kids today and they are on their way.
12:55
FINALLY the yellow bus rolls up.
The bus Driver explains that a mom forgot to be there to pick up their kid. So they waited a little longer. Then went about their route. They were over by maverick ( not sure WHICH maverick there are 2 one CLEAR in town and one JUST up the street) and realized that they still had Tyler on the bus. So they finished what they were doing and brought him home.
Sorry... it wont happen again.... And the Aide pipes in... didn't you get my message?
No missed call on my cell phone.
AND I was ON my phone so no message on my machine like she claims.
Tyler ALWAYS sits right behind the bus driver. How can you FORGET? And you have a lady who's job it is to MAKE SURE all the kids are off the bus and safe.
It is your job.
Tyler is non verbal. He doesn't really "talk" He can't tell you what his name is. He can't tell you something is wrong. He can't tell you you forgot to take him home..And most importantly he can NOT tell ME that they hurt him.
He was on the bus for 45 minutes. MUCH longer than he NORMALLY is on that bus.
Panic. Fear and then worry. Replaced by a sense of relief that he was home.
But who do you go to? I waited till I was done being SOOO mad.
I called the district transportation. They apologized and said they were sure it was a sub. I assured them it was his real bus driver.
I feel mad.
I feel angry.
I feel mad at myself.
I feel sad.
How could I leave him without a voice?
My MOST prized possession in the WHOLE world was left without a voice
