Yesterday was the most relaxing and indulgent day. I hesitate to even write about it for fear some might be envious.
I spent 11 hours on a bus with 40+ 5th graders for a day trip to Sea World. Since I volunteered I was thrilled when my name was “drawn” meaning I got to go with Britton, on her last elementary school field trip.
Raynes was kind enough to wake me up at 3:50 am yesterday which was just fine since my alarm was set to go off shortly thereafter.
Britton and I, the appointed chaperone, loaded the bus by 5:15 am and scored the lucky seats in the back of the bus, directly in front of the restroom. Well, ‘rest’ room may be a bit of a stretch since there was no toilet paper (or water, or air conditioning) inside. But that’s okay, the seats (with the exception of ours) reclined just enough that the nice folks in front of us were all but sitting in our laps for the 5 1.2 hour drive there.
Just as we were half way through our “65 minute wait time” line for Antarctica the winds gave way to thunder and a Florida monsoon. You know, the kind with the heavy, thick rain drops. Unfortunately, we were wedged among the lined chains and about 200 other people also waiting in line for the penguins. Do we give up our spot in line or head for cover?
I rode back on the bus in wet clothes.
But that’s okay because the air conditioning wasn’t working anyway. Which wouldn’t have been so bad except that someone began throwing up. On himself. And inside the lovely “rest” room. Yes, the one that I was sitting in front of. Luckily for us, we stopped at the appointed only-stop rest area for chaperones to get off and use the facilities.
By this time Britton told me she wasn’t feeling well, which meant… she had hit the jackpot! She automatically moved to the front of the bus. Lucky girl.
By the grace of God, I was able to finagle a seat in to the front as well. Which happened to really work out in my favor when we had to drive through the thunderstorm. I was able to watch first hand as we muddled along at 40 mph, hazards blinking, while the other cars had the sense to pull off to the side of Interstate 10. Secretly, I was really hoping we could drag out this enjoyable ride a little longer.
But alas, all good things come to an end and at 10:15 we returned to school to unload. In the thunderstorm. Which could, again, be a plus. Who needs a shower when you’ve had theme park, rain, questionable Asian food from lunch on your mismatch shirt (and I’m pretty sure someone sneezed on my arm while at the Shamu show)?
Nah, a hot shower and clean clothes was the perfect ending to my already un-stressful, rejuvenating day. I can’t wait until my other children are in 5th grade so I can enjoying this relaxing experience again. Unless, of course, Mr. Robinson wants to go then I may reluctantly share the wealth.