I am absolutely positively 100 percent totally completely entirely fully utterly (I used a thesaurus) dreading taking the bus

June 11

Mommy and Tatty dropped not one but TWO big bombs last night, and then everything exploded.

1: We’re moving.

2: They’re not doing carpool for me and Dina anymore. No matter what.

I know, I know, you’d think #2 shouldn’t be as earthshattering as #1, but… it’s the truth. I’ve known for a long time that they’ve wanted to move. They just weren’t sure when or where.  (The who has always been a given — that’s us. The what — moving house — and the why — ours is too small and in a bad location — have long since been settled.)

But now it’s finally happening. Finally. The only thing is, the where still isn’t 100 percent. The only thing that is 100 percent is that they’re done with carpool. Finito. (Um, that’s Italian, but it snuck into English.) Which can only mean one thing … <cue the scary music> … taking the bus.

I have a whole summer to be anxious and annoyed about that, though, right?!