Somewhere in the Middle

I don't know all the details yet, but apparently he will be going to the principal's office tomorrow. Bean says he flipped someone the bird, Tall as me says he pushed someone, he says he got pushed and did nothing. One thing that I know is that he is normally not calm enough to do nothing when he is pushed...so I know something happened.

After tucking the brood into bed, I decided that I would ask their dad what happened...is this a tall tale to provoke him or is there some truth to it? He couldn't tell me what happened. My husband decided that since the bus stop is 12 yards from the front door...he's not going to be bothered to go anymore.

In fact when I asked him why after the scare we had 2 years back, he hung up on me. So I called back thinking...obviously we got disconnected...cell service isn't reliable on that side of town. He was really angry at the idea of going to the bus stop to pick up the kids.

Not only was the fiasco from a ways back where the school called because the kids failed to arrive. Not only do we live by a very busy street and intersection. Don't forget the near misses from when someone is too busy to stop for the bus...a kid almost got hit last month. Not only is he easily provoked and needs that extra bit of supervision...but his bus driver isn't the most attentive person in the world so whenever something does happen it's so lopsided it's like having a 6th grader and a toddler play on the teeter totter...it just isn't evenly matched.

So now that I have vented, I feel a bit better. Still really angry that he doesn't see why it's important to me, and how he can throw my perceived fear for their safety back in me face...but better to get it out than let it fester.  *Twitch*

All I am asking is that we meet somewhere in the middle...so you don't want to go to the bus stop to mingle with other parents...fine...I get it...you only speak 1 language fluently. So instead stand at the front door, or even just look out the front window. But this whole it's whatever thing isn't cutting it, you don't like to follow the rules...I get it...but dang...it's our kids. I don't think I can handle another call from the school saying that he has done something again...or heaven forbid that something has happened...I just can't do it.