Now that I've moved on from the pool hissy fit (which, happily, changed the next day when I just started talking to everyone and *gasp!* they talk back), now I can work on surviving elementary school. Since I've come out of my drug-induced stupor from the summer of back pain, now I have to navigate the elementary school car drop-off lane. This is NOT a pasttime for the faint-hearted! Last year, everyone seemed to have it down to a T - we all did the stop/drop/move dance rather nicely and every morning I never even thought about it. Now, I DREAD it. Our principal from last year retired and our vice-principal took over and I am surprised at how much difference that made. Also - with gas prices soaring and budget cuts, they combined lots of the school bus runs and now the buses are regularly late and come at all different times, instead of clearing out at the same time each morning and letting all the carpool moms drop-off easily. Now - no matter when I go - the busses are coming AND going and it's impossible to find a good place to park. The other moms are just confused, I guess, because there's lots of zigging and zagging around the other cars. Just this morning, I guess while I was keeping my eye on Danny getting out of the car and the bus pulling up behind me, I must have zigged when I should have zagged, because the PE teacher blew out a lung yelling at me as I pulled off the curb. I couldn't see that anything was wrong, but maybe the van I thought was waiting for me to pull out wasn't waiting - and maybe I almost hit it? I don't know, but the first thought I had after the confusion left was "DARN IT - YOU TRY TO DEAL WITH TWO BOYS AND A BABY IN A CRAZY PARKING LOT WHEN YOU'RE 47 AND DEALING WITH MEDICATION SIDE-EFFECTS!!!!".
Somehow, I don't think they'd understand.
