Dumbarton House Tour
Guess who went on another field trip as a chaperone?
Yes, this glutton for punishment. As someone who gets car sick backing out of the driveway, you would think I would stop raising my hand for this stuff.
Here’s the good news: I can finally say I’ve been to and toured Dumbarton House!
Here’s the other good news, according to their website:
Here’s the bad n… What? You didn’t think there would be bad news? I threw you off with two pieces of good news. (Well, three pieces if you count the implication I made above about how I didn’t vomit.) Listen up because you should know by now that bad news is practically the underlying theme of this blog. So here it is:
The condition of the bus that delivered us to and from Dumbarton House should have been junked a decade ago. I’m not even sure my snark can capture the torture that was this bus, and I’m not sure my outrage could properly be contained should I actually choose to, gasp, complain.
I wish I wasn’t just screwing around here, there was a ton of water pouring through the emergency exit in the roof and I’m sorry people but this is not acceptable because my hair is keratined within an inch of its life and I can’t afford for it to get a ton of dirty rain-bus water on it and not have a hair dryer and sulfate-free shampoo close by. While my umbrella kept me and the cuties dry, the water was flying off the umbrella toward other people. There was no way to win this one.
In other news, f*ck you DCPS, for not bothering to require a minimum standard of safety. I almost want to be that mom who drives my kid to every off-campus happening.
Then I remembered:
1) They go to Fillmore for their arts education every single week.
2) I don’t really like rocking the bus boat bus-boat.
3) I have a job and that job entails selling houses to people. I can’t sell houses to people if I have to moonlight daylight as a school uber driver.
Next field trip, barf bag and roll of duct tape go in the bag. Because you just never know.