Where is Wickkett?

So much has kept me away, a wrongful imprisonment in a mental institution of a family member, viral meningitis, and life in general. Sorry about that but life happens I suppose.

I hate the kids on the school bus. Oh, I am sure you think I am being harsh. Trust me, I’m not. The school buses now have assigned seating and my little man is forced to sit next to a older boy that hates him. I would be over reacting if it ended there. The older boy also continually tries and sometimes succeeds in getting my child in trouble. Why doesn’t this little heathen receive some kind of punishment for thi8s clearly unacceptable behavior…because he is the bus drivers cousin! The little man asked me “Mommy what does this mean?” and then he flipped me off. It turns out the older boy on the bus kept trying to get him to do that to the bus driver. Now the people out there who know me can tell you…my anger is scary. The Sig says that I just go nuclear, and he is right. It takes a great deal to make me angry these days, and even more then that to get me to go nuclear. I have become a very different person in this past year. That being said I must make a slight amendment to how my anger reacts when it comes to my child. I can go from bubbling to nuclear in 2 seconds flat, and it is only the thought of jail that keeps me from waiting around to talk to that bus driver and child. Like I said…I hate the kids of the bus.