That night before going to sleep we changed our clocks back an hour. And the next morning at 5:30, Buzz was up and ready to roll. *jumbo yawn*
At 3:20 the skies opened. As 3:30 neared I accepted the fact that the storm was not going to ease up. Dressed in rainboots, armed with two umbrellasand a kid-carrier, wearing my waterproof jacket, and carrying a spare pair of pajama pants - I set off. Boy oh boy was it wet.
The teachers were horrified/shocked and amused that I had walked AND even more so when they realized that we were on foot for the return journey. I assured them that the kind of rain we were experiencing had never caused anybody to melt. Then I slung Buzz up on my back, pulled his waterproof poncho over his head, hitched up all the bags, slid my arms into my raincoat backwards, assembled out umbrella tent-roof, and headed out into the storm. We were heading to The FamBily House which meant either trekking all the way there or a 20 minute wait at the bus stop.
Halfway to the bus stop, I heard a vehicle honking behind me. I glanced over my shoulder as I heard it for a second time and noticed an off-duty bus pulling over to the curb very slowly (so as not to splash us). The driver opened the door and called out to me that he would be glad to give us a ride to our destination. Unsure about accepting a ride from a stranger, and even more anxious at asking him to take me to an out-of-the-way street I hesitated. He joked that I was probably wearing Buzz on my back to keep him from getting swept downstream by the muddy river of water that the street had become. Then the rain got stronger, the wind got windier, and the river that was the road flowed faster. I thanked the driver and clambered aboard.
I gave him the street name and he graciously drove us to The FamBily's street. He let us off at the corner and I thanked him profusely. He jokingly said that next time it rains he'll keep an eye out for us. I apologized for having dripped water everywhere and told him that I'd bring cookies next time.
Buzz and I made our way down the street.
Eventually The Parentals made it home. The Crazy Lady cooked up an awesomely delicious and filling Taco Tuesday dinner for us. We dined and dashed as is our usual.
We drugged Buzz with allergy meds and some mucolit because then ever-shifting weather is making his little system craaaaazy. He's ok, just has that annoying seal cough that scares teachers. I'm hoping that the allergy meds actually help him sleep tonight. (I'm an exhausted mom, obviously I have ulterior motives...)
Tomorrow I'm thinking I might bake the mini cakes or some cookies for Shabbos. The week is going to be over in no time!