Stick a fork in me...

Because I am done, done, done I tell you. I was so angry this morning...so pissed off that I actually felt like crying or kicking someone. Since my rage was because of something as ridiculous as a school bus I think I may need a mental health break or something. We are 8 weeks into the school year and we still don't have a firm pick up time for Corey. He has 4 substitutes alternating because his bus driver is out on workers comp. Yep she went out 3 weeks into the school year and I do believe she is going to ride this for all it's worth. The main problem is they can't find people who want to drive the short buses. They have to go to residences instead of general bus stops, they have to use the lift for wheel chairs in some cases, and they generally have a little more work to do than the average bus driver. But we are 8 weeks in and I still find myself waiting...sometimes for as much as an hour and a half. Why? Because once I give Corey the expectation that he is going to ride the bus I have to stick with that expectation or deal with a major melt down. So no big deal right? I get Corey up, lay out his clothes, he eats his breakfast and then waits for the bus while I get ready for work, right? Wrong...I do all those things and then I have to wait with Corey because he will run out into the street or run around back and let the puppy out or any number of things really but none of them will be waiting for the bus. So I wait and watch and when I can't stand it anymore I call to see where the bus is. Now keep in mind if the bus leaves half the route (which they are known to do) and arrive at my house early they are not going to blow the horn or even slow down. I must be outside on the steps waiting for the bus 15 minutes before the scheduled time but they may not come until 45 minutes after the scheduled time. So I have played this game for 8 weeks now...did I mention already that it's been 8 weeks? And I tried being polite and understanding...they have staffing issues, ok...they have yet another new bus driver, ok. The bus driver didn't know where I lived and that's why they passed us standing there waiting and yelling after them while they barreled down my residential street going 45 mph, ok. But this morning I was done and when I called and the dispatch woman began with the excuses...we have yet another new substitute I told her I didn't want to hear that anymore, when she began to explain about the regular bus driver being out on workers comp I again told her I didn't want to hear that anymore either. So she asked me to hold on and she went to get her supervisor and he immediately began to apologize and did the "I understand why you are upset but" and then began making all the same excuses that I have heard for 8 weeks. Now I should insert here that while I am having this tirade on the phone. I am getting ready for work, which I am very late for because the bus came an hour late and then passed my house at break neck speed. Cam had a project due today that I had to help him finish and then carry out to the car, and Corey was having a full out fit on the floor in the foyer chanting "school bus" at the top of his lungs because..well because he missed the school bus. Anyway I was in my car by the time I got to the supervisor's excuses, I had just dropped Cam off at school and I was on my way to Corey's school. So I broke into his explanations and said "look I don't give a fuck about your staffing issues really, I just want my child picked up at a reasonable time, and I just want to get to my job on time"...silence...Umm yeah I kind of cursed out the supervisor this morning. And I was inside Corey's school no less so not only does he think I am a bitch but I am sure the school staff thinks I have issues too since I was yelling, spitting mad, and cursing while taking Corey to class. Oh yeah the other gem of Corey missing the bus is I can't just drop him off. I have to sign him in and walk him to his class...Grrr, Grrr, Grrr....

But I am over it now...really I am ;)