It's cold in Chicago. I nearly froze waiting for the school bus yesterday, so today I took a different approach. I put the girls into the mini-van and drove the two blocks to the bus stop.
Yes, I know I'm a whimp, but it's really, really cold here. The temperature won't get into double digits today. The wind chill is well into negative territory at about -25 degrees. It's really windy.
It's just miserable.
So, yes, despite my extra-warm gloves and Thinsulate ear muffs, I drove the girls to the bus.
When we wait at the bus stop, I add two other girls to the party. One girl lives across the street from the bus stop. In warmer weather her Mom and I chat as we wait. These days, she just opens the door and lets her daughter out. She has a two month old baby. I don't see any reason for her to bring the baby out in this weather. I will be there anyway, so what's one more?
The other girl lives on the other side of the bus stop. Her Dad used to wait at the bus stop and then jump in his car to get to work on time. When I got to know him a bit, I suggested he leave her with us and head to work so he wasn't always rushing.
Seriously, I'm there anyway. What's another girl or two?
Today everyone was in the mini-van listening to music and waiting for the bus. When it arrived, they jumped out and ran on to the warm bus.
On the way home, our girls will get off the bus and into our warm mini-van, while the other girls run into their warm houses.
Call me a whimp if you want, but I like being warm.