Yesterday I got tripped up in organizing something upstairs and when I checked the time we’d missed the bus. Sean wasn’t home and Briar had caught her bus an hour earlier. “Girls, let’s go. I am driving you to school,” I called downstairs. “Ok, which garage door do we open?” Ave called up to me. “The rectangle button.” “Got it, we’ll be in the car.” I smiled, finished what I was doing and headed downstairs. I grabbed the lunch I’d packed, my computer bag, and a gatorade. When I got outside I realized the sky looked a bit threatening, but there wasn’t time to go back for my coat. I shrugged, even though my shirt was sleeveless, I wasn’t cold. “Ok, you guys want…