Tomorrow, I will become the transportation company that is responsible for my children’s hour and fifteen minute commute, to and from, school. I’m not looking forward to it.
It’s not just the length of the drive, or the fact that I will have to find ways to occupy my daughter and myself for several hours a day, while the boys are at school, that’s causing fear. It’s the unknown that’s got me feeling a little panicked.
Commuting on a highway is wrought with obstacles. The length of the commute, dictated by the day of the week, weather, roadwork, and any random accidents that may occur along the way.
I will leave early, of course, but it’s still no guarantee that we will arrive on time.
If we were commuting to our old school, which of course, we wouldn’t be, at least I would have the comfort of a staff that knows me, and children, who are comfortable with their setting, so showing up late because of an accident or unforeseen traffic, wouldn’t be that big of a deal. But, of course, that’s not the case. The kids are starting in a new school, that we haven’t even visited, yet. They and I, know no one.
So far, they appear to be taking this is in stride. I’d like to keep it this way by arriving on time. Wish me luck.