Just Another Day

Friday morning was spent updating my mom on the children's activities and routines, as well as providing directions to places of interest (school, hospital, etc). She also tagged along with Baby and I as we made our weekly grocery run. We arrived home just in time to unload all the groceries, give the dog her medicine (Belle has a cone collar around her head because of an infected injury), and check on my dad, before the bus arrived carrying Bubba.
I wanted to make sure Bubba's bus driver met my mother before she would be getting him off the bus, so we hurried out the door to meet them. Not feeling particularly great, I had just slipped on an old spaghetti-strap dress and was wearing no shoes. Baby was also still in her pjs (but she had decided to stay inside and watch Dora the Explorer). I quickly introduced Momma to the two lovely bus ladies because cars had started to line up on either side of the bus (which is very rare at 11 am). I turned around in time to see Baby swing the front door open and leap off the front step with one cone-collar wearing mini poodle and one 120 lb lab escaping behind her.
Belle runs for the street, and I (literally barefoot and 10 months pregnant) start off behind her. After running into the middle of the street behind the dog, I noticed the bus driver was holding the traffic for me (which was very kind). I somehow manage to wrangle the 10 lb poodle, even though I could barely bend over to pick her up, while my mother herds the cow, I mean lab, and children toward the door.
As I turn around to close the door, my mother laughs as she notices that one of the cars still has not moved, even though the bus was leaving. I believe he was so stunned by the chain of events that he couldn't move. Everyone made it safely in. Just another day at the Gregory house! Can it get any crazier?