I generally drop Jenna off at school a half hour before she needs to be there. I also arrive on the lot before all other cars so as to not fight school traffic. Jenna has always taken her time walking to school or across the field. When I am the driver who is picking her up, I welcome her dawdling. In first grade we were always the last car to leave the parking lot. I HATE school traffic.
Kayla was looking for a sitter for her two and as Jenna’s school is the same distance from their house as it is from my own, I figured I could watch them at Kayla’s house and then pick up Jenna. I should have left her house the minute that Kayla came home.
It’s been four years since I had lived in that same neighborhood and wasn’t taking into account that the school in that area lets out a half hour earlier than Vantana. Before I went out to my car (which was parked on the street) I saw the yellow bus pulled up by Kayla’s house. I wasn’t aware that there was a bus stop on that street.
The stop sign was out and lights were flashing. It was behind me and I didn’t know if I had to wait for it or not. I waited for just a bit until I realized that I wouldn’t be getting the attention of the bus driver really soon (as she was visiting with a parent) and as I was not passing the bus, I pulled forward through a maze of cars and dumpsters (that must have been really great fun for the bus driver)
I have never liked the main street which is closest to street where Bill and Kayla live – nor the cross street at the second intersection. Lights were blinking red indicating that traffic wouldn’t be moving at a rapid rate. Ahead of that were the spaces of red X’s and green arrows and three lanes of broken yellow lines that always make me feel like I’m driving inside of a video game. Perhaps it’s popular in bigger cities, but that is the only street I know of with that set up.
What’s ironic is the street seemed desolate for decades. I remember when my mom had driven out to her uncle’s house sometimes when her mom was in town. The drive seemed sooo sooo long. Now it’s congested and makes me tense.
Bus STOP sign, dumpsters, children, traffic lights and merging . . . What’s normally a ten minute drive took me eighteen minutes. Fortunately I had given myself twenty. But alas, I wasn’t the first one to arrive in the parking lot. I was too late just to park in the shade. But I didn’t have a long wait like I did when Jenna was in first grade. Actually she’s been getting out to the car rather quickly. Must be the seven habits.