I am headed out of town with my senior on a band trip as a chaperon (didn't know it was spelled that way!) this week. Last week I discovered that I am not on the "fun bus". REALLY?! Have you met me? Fun is like my middle name! I tried to get out of this trip in January, but when your HS senior says that he really wants you to come, you make it happen. So I will be on a bus for 15 hours there and 15 hours back (I think that is how long... I'll let you know if it is longer). FUN! Oh, did I mention that my son who wanted me to go so badly ISN'T ON MY BUS! What is up with that? I know I am really the fun bus... and wait til you see the junk food I'm buying for MY BUS. LOL! I am secretly super excited for this trip. Don't tell anyone!
In the meantime, I am using that as an excuse for everything. Help with the laundry. Why? Cause I AM NOT ON THE FUN BUS! Help make dinner. Why? CAUSE I AM NOT ON THE FUN BUS!
College Boy thinks it is super funny! He called last night. I try really hard not to bug him when he's at school. He'd had a tough weekend and so he called to chat. For 90 MINUTES! And it could have been longer, but I had to get off to watch a movie with Hero Daddy. At 10:00 pm. On a Sunday night. WHO DOES THAT?
So tomorrow I will drive up to see College Boy for dinner. Cause he's lonely. Cause the night before driving on a bus for 15 hours, I'll drive 2 hours round trip for dinner. That's a momma's job.