My three kids ride the school bus from hell. It's like the movie Speed. The bus flies! The bus driver is named Mr. Bill. Really. He is old and hard-of-hearing and plays the radio REALLY loud on the bus. And it's that hoochie-coochie music. I know, I sound old. "Hoochie-coochie." But what else do you call it? My five year old daughter likes to sing and has come out with such wonderful examples of musical genius as:-"I wanna take a ride on your disco stick" and
-"I brushed my teeth with a bottle of Jack."
There are others. I've blocked them out though.
I've complained to the transportation manager. I've talked to the bus driver. It's done nothing. My kids have asked for quieter music so they can read, or at least not get headaches from the volume. The bus diver just turns it up. And turns his hearing aid down.
But back to the driving. He speeds through the neighborhood as if he's got the cops after him. And the next bus stop is only down the block. The poor kids have their heads whipping back and forth on their little necks. Sometimes their heads hit the seat in front of them. Sometimes kids fall off the seats when Mr. Bill turns the corners. Our neighborhood has lots of winding roads and loops. It's like a roller coaster. And the ride is long. Too long.
Sometimes when I see the bus come barreling down the street, I want to dive out of the way, because Mr. Bill doesn't apply the brakes until the last possible moment. Nine kids get off at the bus stop that is the end of my driveway. They get off the bus sometimes a little green from Mr. Bill's driving.
Today my 9 year old son B ran inside immediately. And threw up. In the kitchen sink. Poor kid. He was sick from the driving, I think. Oh, but honey, the kitchen sink?! Right next to a dish strainer with lots of freshly cleaned dishes. (*Splashage* Sink area disinfect. Rewash.) And it wasn't in the side with the garbage disposal. On the night Dad is working a night meeting... mini self pity party for the vomit-cleaner-upper.
But he's feeling better. I even made him some homemade applesauce to go with his crackers. MmMm, good.
It just pisses me off that the bus driver seems to keep doing what he's doing. I may be doing some driving of my own soon. It's just tricky with two kids full-day and one kid half-day. And school 20 minutes away, when lights are green.