Aunt Viv

Do you ever just get the feeling that no matter what you do there is always that one person that is staring down their nose at you?

Honestly, I haven't had this feeling in a long time... Not since I added my third, now that I think about it.  This probably stems from the fact that since adding my third, I haven't had a chance to look at my reflection in a mirror let alone notice the curled lips of those staring down on me in judgement.

Well, both a glorious and horrific thing has come to pass with the new venture of my oldest going to public school and starting her first year of kindergarten!  The Bus Stop! ...  Not only has taking the bus been a huge breakthrough for her maturity and her growth but it has also brought a profound easiness to our family's lifestyle.  Since my precious baby angel is now in "real" school, I can put her happy butt on the school bus and wave to her from the sidewalk as some else is burdened with the safety, education and protection of my child for 6 glorious hours.

Terrifying, I know!

Anywho, with the passing of the torch comes a whole new slew of complications.

Now that I have so much extra time, (LOL) I have been able to come up for a breath... unfortunately that breath has been caught in my throat by the shock of iciness I have seem to have direct towards myself.

I am grateful to say that it is not from the large masses of mom's standing at the bus stop with me.  Praise the Lord, most of them show up just as disheveled as I do.  We nod at each other in the wee hours of the morning commiseration about our exhaustion of getting up early after going to bed late because one of our children had to have something done for the next day.

I've decided, I like school! I think I have finally found the other moms that are just as worn out as I am and for the first time I feel like I belong just because I showed up in my pajamas.

Alas, this sentiment is not held by all.  Especially not...

Vivian Banks...

I'm pretty sure that's not her name and she's probably not even close to being as cool as Vivian Banks but she is excellent at looking down her nose at me with a very open expression of disgust.

Ah yes, there is always one that doesn't approve.

And Vivian Banks does not approve... not even in the slightest.

It probably doesn't help that I'm in my pajamas... that are the same ones I was wearing yesterday...
And that my kids are still in their pajamas.  (But at least those are different then yesterdays...)

And that for the better part of the 20 minutes I stand at the bus stop, I'm yelling at my twins to stay out of the street while simultaneously trying to nod at my neighbors child who has decided to strike up a conversation with me as I was trying to talk to an actual adult...

Then the bus for my daughter comes and it parks its self nearly 50 yards away from where we are standing.  Every... single... day....

So now I have to run to the bus with my daughter while the twins are chasing after us screaming and crying while trying to send my oldest off with a glorious goodbye.  Meanwhile my youngest, (who looks nothing like me) has taken it upon herself to run in the opposite direction toward the other bus stop where Vivian Banks is waiting to make her judgments of me.

I kiss my oldest, put her on the bus, wave until the bus disappears down the street then frantically make my way to the second bus stop with my son and my neighbors kid, to where my 3 year old has decided to park herself and cry dramatically.

Did I mention my youngest looks like this:

Now picture the top scenario with not only her in her pajamas but her hair still wrapped up for bed...

Vivian Banks does not approve.

Not to mention that today when I decided I wasn't going to subject myself to her condescending tone of "Hellloh" by greeting her, the traffic cop asks me to keep a closer eye on my children because, and I quote: "You may not have noticed, but this is a very busy street, and I had no idea who she belonged too."

I could positively feel Vivian's eye rolling stabbing through the back of her head...

Ugh!

People suck sometimes.

I did notice that she was waiting with only one child at the bus stop...  Who happened to be a girl.

I pray nothing but grandsons for her future....

Antenella