As I look out the window, I see the remnants of a snow storm that blanketed the area just a few weeks ago and a topping of the few inches of fresh snow that fell last night. Somehow we have been referred to as “the sweet spot” of many of the Nor’easters this year. However, this storm was different we were spared “the sweet spot” label.
This morning, all appeared to be fine, roads were cleared, my husband and JJ cleared off the driveway and the cars, Bruiser played on our Kindle and Princess was in a trance in front of the TV………school was delayed but beyond the two extra hours…the morning ran fairly close to normal. At 9:30 JJ headed to the bus stop. While the twins were getting their snow gear on, I received a somewhat frantic call from my cousin who lives up the street. She sounded flustered and wanted to know what number school bus our middle school kids were on.
There had been an accident between a school bus and a van. The kids on the bus and the bus driver were fine…….the driver of the van was fine and there were some injuries to the two children in the van but they are expected to fully recover.
But just the next 15 minutes, were filled with such fear……..was JJ on that bus? Couldn’t reach the school. Couldn’t reach the transportation department. The kids must have been so scared. What was the driver of the van doing as patch.com said she was being cited. Are the roads so bad that I should keep the twins home?
After about 15 minutes of fear, rationally I realized that had it been JJ’s bus, I would have received a call. I soon was assured that the bus wasn’t JJ’s. But, it really makes you realize how much you need to appreciate each and every day.