I don’t normally blog twice in one day but that one line question earlier… well that doesn’t count.
Thanks, by the way, to all who answered and told me that a boy ballet dancer is is called a “danseur”. Who’d have thunk it hey?… but I especially like Alison’s ‘Ballerino’ term and think I shall use it as my own from here on in.
Anyway back to the point of this second posting… it’s ‘Screw-up Tuesday’ over at Dances to the Beat of Her Own Drum which is always good for a giggle.. at someone else’s expense of course. Not that I don’t screw up good myself, and often, it just never seems to fall on or near a Tuesday… until today.
This afternoon when I picked up the Twinadoes from kinder it was raining. In fact, it was pouring… absolutely bucketing down. We loitered in the lobby for a bit with half a dozen other mums and kids waiting to see if the rain would ease off a little before the dash out to the car, but that wasn’t on the cards and after a few minutes looking out at the rain I decided we’d risk it. After all, “It’s just a bit of water” I proclaimed loudly as I ushered the girls out the door and through the gate, Muski on hip.
We made the mad dash down the path towards the Big White Bus… and no, no one slipped or fell in a puddle or anything as predictable as that. We all got to the Big White Bus intact, I flung open the back door (you can do that when you have sliding door, they ‘flings’ very satisfyingly) and instructed the girls to “GET IIIIIINNNN!” They did as they were told and piled into the ‘back back’ (ie the third row seats) and I leapt in after them dumping Muski over the middle row and into his seat and slamming the door.
All good… The Big White Bus is BIG (hence the name) and it means that I no longer have to stick my head into the back seat while doing up all the seat belts, leaving my bum out, exposed to the elements. I can get right in, AND shut the door to keep out the rain. Yay for me, and for the Big White Bus!
All three children strapped in, now all that was needed was a quick dash out and around to the front seat. I prepare to fling open the back door once again…. but nothing happens. I try again… still nothing. I lock and unlock the car with the remote locking button thingo on my keys and try again. Nope, that door aint gonna open. It was then that I remembered that we put the child locks on the back doors, they don’t open from the inside any more. Bugger.
There I was, stuck in the third row of the Big White Bus… and I couldn’t get out! Hmm…. now what?
Simple… I gesture to someone on the outside to open the door for me, there will be plenty of helpful Mums about getting their kids in their cars. Except it is still pouring with rain and no one is loitering around the car park loading their kids into their cars today, everyone is busy shoving kids into car seats and not paying any attention to me. Not right at that moment anyway.
There is only one thing left to do… I will have to climb over the back seats all the way into the front. Oh this is going to be a classy move on my part, I can tell.
I slither over to the middle row of seats, falling elegantly beside Muski’s car seat (he rides in the middle) with my feet in the air and my head rather to close to my bum. I turn a somersault rivalling those of the Olympic gymnasts the girls are so enamoured by at the moment and drag myself upright in preparation to make the last leap into the front. I try to take a giant step over Muski’s head and car seat and into the space between the front seats, but my legs are not quite that long, so I tumble forward, my face smushing against the dash board and my bum against the drivers side window. Then I sort of slide down the window with my butt until it finds the seat and I wrangle the rest of my body into position.
It is then I look up and see someone’s Dad looking in to the Big White Bus through the smear in the condensations that my bum has made on the window…. See I told you… CLASSY!