Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Seriously?
I just got a call from another mom regarding another mother's kid, stating that my kid was talking crap about her kid to another kid. You've got to be kidding me. It turns out that this is the same kid that back five months ago got my kid kicked out of a bus seat so that she could sit next to her little boyfriend. My kid came crying off the bus that this girl lied to the bus driver and got her in trouble. I'm not saying that my kid is an angel - far from it. But she gets pushed around fairly easily and gets made fun of. So, yeah, my kid probably was giving your kid dirty looks and talking trash. However, your kid isn't golden child either. Apparently the other mother is friends with this chick that has my phone number and they go to the same gym. The other mother wants to call me and tell me what I piss poor parent I am. The other mother intervened. She's a bit flaky too. (She called me the other morning -after I came back from taking my kids to school- to take her kids to school (now late) because she couldn't find either set of car keys.) Whatever. At this point, I'm used to whack-a-dos. So, anyway, the mom told me she was going to give my phone number to the other mom and warned me that she's Puerto-Rican and "feisty" and she's really pissed off at me because of my kid treating her kid so mean. Uh, okay... And she told me that she was supposed to talk to me about my kid over a week ago and to lie to the other mom if she asked why I didn't respond back sooner. Oh, yes....lie because other mom was supposed to do her dirty work already. I'm supposed to say she did talk to me and this was the second time. Yeah, so now I'm supposed to go back to my kid and ask about some stink eye she gave this other girl over a week ago. They ride the same bus --- I'm pretty sure the stink eye is exchanged every day. OMG this is too much drama for elementary school. I swear I'm not answering my phone. Gee, and no wonder my kids want me to drive them everyday to and from school. As it is, they only ride the bus home...perhaps I'll start picking them up.
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Stink eyes, trash talking and getting the crap smacked out of you is the JOY of riding the bus. It's also where you find out all kinds of stuff from those older kids. I know I had a hard time on the bus until the day I wailed on this boy who pushed me out of the seat. He was a snot and after banging his head off the window (in a flurry of what I'm sure were my fists and foul language), I never had another problem. The bus driver pratically high-fived me as I got off the bus. The good old days.
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