Wednesday is library day

Yes, Wednesday is library day at school for Bubba.

For those of you childraising novices, this means when I forget to put the library books (you know, the ones Bubba has ignored all week) into Bubba's book bag, he will remind the lucky one accompanying him to the bus by refusing to get on the bus.

Likely conversation walking to the bus:

Bubba: "What's today?"
Daddy: "It's Wednesday."
Bubba: "Wednesday is library day. Where are my books?"
Daddy: "Awshit..."

You can't go to school on library day without your library books. That is unheard of!

And for those of you who are not experienced in living with a child with a disability who struggles adjusting to supposedly tiny ripples in the routine, "refuse" doesn't mean just standing there and pouting. "Refuse" means if mommy or daddy makes one wrong move, we may just experience the wrath of a full-blown kicking screaming punching thrashing ripping out-of-body meltdown. Yes, over not remembering books on library day.

But I love my husband, who has accepted this fact. He was the lucky one having to run through the house in a frenzy looking for the library books and receiving the dirty looks of the bus driver as he waited, and Bubba waited, and the other kids waited.

Daddy saved the day and all is well in Bubba's world for the moment. By the way, you don't want to be around when the school decides to change the classroom library scheduled day to say ummmm Tuesday.