A first time for everything

So I'm waiting for Maddie to come home on the bus today, and it's late. That doesn't happen very often, but with London traffic there have been times when an accident or roadwork has held up the route. I kept waiting and looking out the window. I wasn't really worried, but I was thinking how hungry Maddie was going to be when she got home. The bus finally arrived half-an-hour late with an extremely apologetic bus driver. Last week, Maddie had several after school activities and went home with friends, so she didn't ride the bus home. Today, Bus Driver Ted said that she was so quiet he thought there was no one left on the bus and had headed back to school. He was half-way there when Maddie piped up and asked, "Is this a new route?"

Our bus driver is great and Maddie was fine, so I wasn't upset, but I did tell him we'd never had an experience where Maddie being too quiet caused a problem. I asked her if she was reading and lost track of time, but she said she was just looking out the window and thinking and then realized that the scenery wasn't familiar. She was worried I would be worried.

The days of fun in the sun may be over, I fear. Today was an icky, rainy day and the powers that be predict the rest of the week will be the same. Uggg. At least we have the memory of our fun, sunny week. Perhaps there will be at least of few more days like that before we go.