BLOWING BY THE SHORT BUS
My kids ride the short bus to school. Yes they do. They're safe, in good hands and frankly, some mornings, when the three of them are whisked away to their autism programs, leaving me with complete silence in the house, I don't care if it's the short bus or the Freddie Kruegger limo service. I grab my coffee and I start querying agents in peaceful bliss.
But the last two days have really burned my behind. PEOPLE DRIVING AROUND OR BLOWING BY THE SHORT BUS! WTF!? We live on a busy two lane, double yellow line road. When the bus stops it has a stop sign that swings out like every other GD school bus. People blow their horns in frustration. I want to invite them in for a few hours in my house to see if they'd like to live here for awhile.
You know what? My kids need seat belts and they take a little time to get off the bus. It's the short bus, for God's sake. Give the kids, and the mom a break, will you?