The morning of my surgery I had to be at the hospital at 6 am. This left the children at home to get themselves to school. UH-OH... Emma's only in 2nd grade. I coulnd't leave her here alone for the 40 minutes between when the boys leave and when her bus arrives. I turned to the retired neighbors for help. They said, "Anything you need help with, just let us know." Very rarely do I take people up on this type of offer, but I took them up on it, and they were happy to help. I made these arrangements with Suzie: Cameron and Christopher would be leaving for the bus at 6:50. Emma would leave with them and stop at their house at 6:50.
This is not exactly how the plan executed. At 6:15, Emma was ready for school. She started asking to go next door. Christopher ignored her and Cameron kept telling her, "NO." At 6:30, he couldn't take it any more. He walked her next door and dropped her off early. I was mortified when I learned of this on Tuesday after school. I was in the hospital, in pain, and completely embarassed that my kids deviated from the plan. I don't like to impose on people to begin with, and they imposed 20 minutes early.
I saw Dave outside on Sunday and I went over to apologize for the intrusion. He laughed and said that it was not a problem at all. They enjoyed her. She was pleasant and polite. She was dressed nicely, her hair was brushed, and she had eaten breakfast. Since everything was in order and they had some time to kill, they watched tv and ate cookies. Yeah, Grandma and Grandpa neighbor jacked Emma up on cookies and sent her to school. Dave was laughing about it and I think he genuinely enjoyed having our little girl visit that morning.
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