Well, huge, huge crisis last night, and I am still rung out, as neither I, DH or DS slept, and while it is now resolved, it was just awful.
DS had his final mock (art) yesterday and the decided to bring his art folder home so he could work on his pieces. Phoned me up in a flat panic just after he got home, that he thought he had left it on the bus. Sent him off to the depot where the lost property is, to see if it was there, and to ask some of the drivers of the bus number coming in. No luck. The though maybe he had left it in local bakery just near the bus stop (he went in there to look for something, decided there was nothing he felt like, and left). Searched that, and asked the staff. Nothing! He then got worried because he was standing at the door, that maybe it had fallen out at some stop, so after we put DD to bed, DH and I went out and searched at every bus stop up to the next turn around, just in case.
We kept phoning the lost property every hour, as apparently they only check the buses once the driver comes off shift, but nothing.
DS was beside himself. Apparently 13 pieces out of 20 for his Art were in there, it is two and a half years of work, and it is supposed to be submitted in two and a half weeks. Even if he painted non stop over the holidays, he couldn't see how he could possibly make up the loss, although he started last night doing another piece (which he would need to do anyway), just as a start, and painted solidly (between breaking down and crying) for about four hours. We persuaded him to eat, and the finally to shower and go to bed, but I don't think he slept much.
He didn't need to go into school today, as his mocks had finished, but he figured he had better and talk to the art teacher about what on earth to do, whether he needed to drop out of art, or what. So I woke him normal time, he struggled to have breakfast, and off he went to school .... to discover he had not taken his art folder home at all, there it was in school waiting for him.... despite the fact that he vividly remembered running for the bus with it in his hand, so he just cannot explain its miraculous appearance at school!!
So we got a text at 8.45 saying he found it. At which point DH said he thought he had better jump in the car and pick him up from school with it (after he had taken out everything that really did not need to come home, and was safer at school), and bring him home and put him to bed.
But you cannot imagine (or maybe some of you can, with DC doing Art) what this would have meant. I am still reeling from the shock of it all.