R. started summer school yesterday. She is going to a different school, and she has to leave 40 minutes earlier. The school is not that far, I could drive there in less than fifteen minutes. So I called the bus company to ask why the trip was so long. They said that 100 students were going to the school, so there were more kids to pick up in the morning. I told them that I wanted to know where the bus was driving from the time my daughter gets picked up until she arrives at school. They transferred me to the manager. I’ve learned that when dealing with the bus company it is better to tell them
you are driving my non-verbal baby to school and I’m nervous rather than treating them like they are incompetent or screaming at them. The manager told me that he could not tell me the route for security reasons. So I told him that her afternoon trip home during the regular school year takes 40 minutes, and she has to go to a neighborhood on the other side of the city. I did not want her taking that route in the morning, during commute hours. He finally told me that the bus only had pick-ups and drop-offs in our neighborhood.
Usually there are only kids from R.’s pre-school class on the bus. I was worried that the elementary school kids might be rowdy or loud, but so far they all look too sleepy to get into any trouble. It is a little premature, but I think I have met the best school bus driver on the planet. He actually gave me a business card with his cell phone and the main bus number, and told me to call him if R. is going to be out. He asked for my cell phone number and told me he would call me if he is running late. I fought the urge to hug him. Generally the bus is on time, but every few weeks we go through a patch of lateness.
I’m going to wait until next week to go to see the class. I’d love to see it right away, but I know I would be a distraction while she is getting acclimated. That’s one thing I hate about the start of a new semester. She was in a really good mood when she came home yesterday, and that is a good sign.
We were funded for some respite hours and used a babysitter for the first time last weekend. She works as an aid in a kindergarten SDC class. It is kind of pathetic, R is four years old and this is the first time we ever left her with someone not related to us. It went really well. R. was in a great mood when we came home, she was hugging on the babysitter and I could see evidence of lots of playing. I’m sure we will use her again, but one of our ABA therapists said she is available for babysitting, so I’m going to use her next.