First, let me thank you all for your comments and support. If anything can make a crappy situation a little better, it's knowing that you have an army of peeps behind you.
**insert sanity break to Google images of fighting marshmallow chicks here**
Ok, I'm back.
In all seriousness, I am very grateful. I know for a fact that BD and I were not the only ones mulling over Friday's situation ad nauseum this past weekend. So many people wish the best for us and our little girl and knowing that you're out there makes such a difference.
All that said, you'll dig this.
Playette usually gets picked up at about 10:45 am.
At 9:15 this morning, the phone rang.
It was her bus driver.
I think my eyes rolled out of my head.
She started out by telling me that they wouldn't be able to pick up Playette anymore.
Wow! She's calling to tell me that she got fired! Bless those other parents that complained, and rightly so. Here I am thinking-thinking and they took immediate action. Good on...
"Yeah, we're not allowed to drive the bus in your neighborhood."
"Someone complained about the bus coming into your neighborhood, so now you need to bring her to the main road to get picked up."
They can't be serious.
Instead of just about anything else I could have said, I heard myself ask, "So, just when do you expect to pick her up, exactly? On that main road?"
The reason I asked is because, well, I kinda never know when they're going to show up. It could be 10:30, maybe 11:05. Good thing we can stay inside, out of the elements, while we wait.
Oh. Not anymore, huh?
So, the SUPER MEGA ironic thing that hit me is that they are now trying to make me work harder for piss-poor service.
This set into motion a chain of events that basically told the school, the transportation department, and my neighborhood to go eff themselves. They won't have me or my kid to mess around with anymore.
But, while that feels right, it also leaves me feeling like it's not enough.
I want someone to suffer.
For their incompetence, for their ineptitude, for their ridiculous lack of overall professionalism and common decency, someone should be made to look like the asses they're all behaving like.
Taking our bat and ball and moving to another field seems somewhat wimpy.
But don't get me wrong, what works for us is what works for us right now. And I'll surely find a way to get up on my soapbox. Trust.
There's just something about picking your battles.
How much time and energy do you choose to invest in each situation?
It truly has to happen before you can know.
I do want to say this though...
Bless the afternoon driver who was all, "No one told me not to drive in here. I'm bringing this baby right to her door!"
Bless my landlord, the complete antithesis to our former wack-a-loon in CA, who called me tonight all riled up and ready to defend our rights to her homeowner's association. She could not (unnecessarily) apologize enough and plans to embarrass them at the next meeting. She made me smile.
As do all of you.
This story isn't over.
By a long shot.
I drove my daughter to school today.
My daughter that loves riding the bus so very, very much.
And I'll keep doing it, ensuring that she never has to be tainted by those people ever again.
I can't protect her from everyone, but, dammit, that won't keep me from trying.