I nervously checked the clock often as I eagerly awaited for Hailey to get home and hear all about the first day of middle school. The bus was supposed to arrive at 2:58 pm. It drives by our house as it goes to the stop down the street. At 3:09 pm I called my neighbor who's daughter rides the bus to see if I should start to worry. She said her daughter had just texted her and they were on their way. Sure enough, a minute later the bus rolled by. I contained my urge to run to the bus stop and hug her and see how her day went. Instead I folded laundry and tried not to pace. At 3:17 pm I was wondering how a 2 minute walk could take so long. I really didn't want to be that crazy, over worried mom. But after checking outside a few times to see if I could hear the girls chatting, I caved and called my neighbor to see if Hailey had stopped over there. No! Hailey wasn't there and wasn't on the bus. Her daughter figured I picked her up. Panic!
It was that terrible moment when all the blood in your veins constricts and you get an adrenaline dose so high you could scale Mount Everest. With neck veins bulging and my heart racing I called the office. Hailey hadn't missed the bus and was not in the office. The very nice secretary put a call into all the buses to see if she was on the wrong bus. TEN agonizing minutes later she reported that she was not on any of the other buses.