Pumpkinville Rocks!

Tucker had his first field trip today.  Parents were able to attend, but not able ride the bus with the teachers and kids.  Because I have the worst sense of direction ever, and admittedly don’t fully trust my navigation system (she has embarrassed and let me down in the past), I figured I’d follow the busses.  I was also paranoid because this was the first time that my son has been in a vehicle without me.  And I know that my super-powered mommy radar rays of safety only reach so far.  Before leaving, while waiting stalking him from my car, I could see Tucker in line to get on the bus.  Then a stupid pickup truck pulls in and I can’t tell if he got on the bus closest to me, or the further one.  But I figure it’s fine as they’re likely going to the same place.  I’m pretty positive that he’s on the bus closest to me, so when it goes, I go. Two miles into the trip and we have a problem.  My navigation is telling me to turn onto the highway.  The bus is going straight.  I’m pretty sure Leesburg is to the west, so I follow the nav and let the bus go on.  It’s a long drive.  Long enough to repeatedly run through every death and dismemberment scenario in my head.  Long enough to call my husband and start crying over the phone about how I didn’t wait for the right bus.  Yes, I really am that ridiculous.

Drama behind us, and even having a moment to pee before Tucker’s actual bus arrived at Pumpkinville, I have to say that that place rocks!  There were five or six bounce houses, awesome slides, a hay maze, donkeys, deer, camels, pigs, chickens and other animals.  It was awesome!  But, you know, don’t actually go, because I want to take my husband with us one of these weekends and I’m sure it’s already crowded enough.