A New Low

At our house, calls from the principal are no longer shocking. In fact, I've come to simply expect them. Whispered chats with a teacher in the hall? The kind where she tells you your 6 yr. old kissed another 6 yr. old? Yup. I've had those too. Most of the time there are certain teacher's rooms I try to avoid out of fear of what they'll tell me.

But yesterday, we reached a point I never saw coming. I'm usually guarded for this kind of stuff. But now we have reached a new low. Kellie's bus driver called me. On the phone. Oh, I'm serious. Teachers and principals I'm prepared for. Bus drivers? Not so much.

And here's the funny twist to the story-- just 2 days ago, I sent an email to the school's principal regarding some extremely inappropriate behavior that was happening on the bus that the bus driver was ignoring. So then what happens? She, in turn, calls to lecture me about my own child. Doesn't that just breathe of warm fuzzies? Mmm hmm.

Apparently this child of mine likes to roam from seat to seat. While. The. Bus. Is. Moving. She just feels the need to get up and walk around. So awesome. While expressing my clear angered frustration to Todd, he only offered, "What's the big deal. She's just friendly and wants to chat with all her friends." I almost hit him.

Today is a new day, so I'm trying not to think about how crazy all these people are that I live with. But, for now, I'm going to stop answering my phone. I think it's bad for my health.