Poor Chewlee! When she was told that she wasn't going to be spending part of her time with us and the rest of the time with her mom on her days off, she had a hard time accepting that. I've been helping take care of her for 5 years now (she IS 6-1/2, after all.....as she told me) and she can't even THINK of not seeing Grandma AT ALL now that Mommy isn't going to be going to work. I'm sure even THAT is not an easy to accept concept for her. Mommy, after all, has been going to school AND working for as long as Chewlee can remember.
So, when she showed up here on Tuesday, Chewlee said it was because the driver did not see her mommy's car in the driveway nor did mommy come to the door when the driver beeped his horn. So, the driver knew WE would be home and brought her here. That was fine with Chewlee. She stayed for an hour, watched Peppa Pig, ate a few snacks and then the Beast drove her home. I had already let her mother know she was here so there would be no panic.
However, on Wednesday when she showed up here, the Princess was totally pissed. She had gone into the office because the driver never stopped for Chewlee that morning and she figured she would make sure everyone knew that Chewlee now would be picked up and dropped off at her own home every day unless a note was sent to the school/driver that said differently. So, what happened? Chewlee came waltzing into our house on Wednesday. She was a bit breathless and asked me for two things. A couple hot dogs and some milk. She had our bag of potato chips already when she sat down. I think when I sat down to call the Princess, she called me (I hate my cell phone. We always have a problem with it of one sort or another). When she heard the bus driver had dropped her here, she asked to talk to Chewlee when WE finished talking. She told me about going to the office and the office even calling the driver while she was there. She was at a loss as to why Chewlee got dropped off at our house again.
I have no idea personally why he did it but it may just be that he wants to be certain that her mother is there for her so she has to start being there when the bus pulls up out front. It won't take long for him to get used to the idea, I'm sure. That's one of the more interesting things I've found about living in this area of the country. The bus driver is flexible about where he picks up and drops off kids. He usually knows the families of his *kids* (grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc.). He might even go to the same church as some of the kids families. It's not a cold relationship like it can be in other areas of the country. The South is definitely a lot more informal and more friendly.
I'm sure when the Princess starts looking more pregnant, the driver will also be more inclined to believe Chewlee and pay a bit more attention to her gripes. SHE would love a little sister but she thinks they are going to have a BOY. They won't know for sure until the Princess has her ultrasound this next appointment. It was too crowded the last appointment she had and Chewlee was SO disappointed that she didn't have her answer yet. LOL! She cracked me up over her complaints about that.
Well, love you all and yes, I am avoiding the final part of the *Free Sample* fiasco but it's because I am in the process of completing the whole damn thing. However, I believe getting our money back will take more time than either of us wants to think about. But, for those people who got more snow and ice....keep warm and drive VERY carefully. Those that got rain....keep dry. Those that just got colder weather...you keep warm, too. I watch the weather channel every night and get goose bumps at some of the temperatures you are enduring. **Wink**
Chewlee told me she wanted to let me know she was having a sleepover at her house with a couple of her friends....IF her mother lets her. She asked me if I would talk to her mother....LOL. I told her that SHE needed to tell her mother WHO she wanted to invite, what she wanted to offer them to eat, what snacks she needed and not to invite more than a couple.
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