Today Papa grabbed the camera to document day two of the Great Short Bus Adventure. T gave his goofiest grin for posterity and we cheered as he drove off. I was so worried that he would have problems, but he truly enjoys the ride and he comes home calmer than when I drive him. I think that the boat-like swaying of the bus soothes him. I am so happy this is working out. I feel guilty that the bulk of his day is school. That's eight hours. Eight hours. Eight hours!

When I first realized this, I sunk into a funk. I quit my job to be a mom. I visualized the quality time I would spend with my child and how that would help prepare him for a wonderful and balanced life. After brooding for most of the day, I got over it. He cycles through nine teachers and twelve peers each day. He needs playmates, plural, playmates and structure. I work phenomenally hard to provide structure and routine, but there is no way I can replace the twelve kids that he needs to socialize with everyday.