These mythical creatures hadn’t crossed my path until the start of last year. They’re always the same: staking their claim on a particular part of the curb, giggling about some private joke from the year before, and most importantly, scowling at any new moms that may come along. I must say, this whole situation totally sucks.
It feels like I’m back in high school. Yet again, not popular enough to even get a smile, or a “good morning.” I crack a smile each day, hoping to one day break the chilly hold of the ice queens’ hearts, but it never happens. Life goes on the way it always does, me as an outcast, and unfortunately, my son as the same.
Just this morning, we were running late as usual. On these particular days, Sonny insists on being his dramatic self and running to the bus stop as if the driver doesn’t see us making our way there. As he runs and yells “bus driver! wait!” I see the scowls. The looks of disgust. And I lose it. It’s fine to have some type of issue with me because I’m “new” or “younger” but don’t you dare look down at my kid. I’ll scorch earth before I let him feel embarrassed about being who he is. So today was the last straw.
Halloween is over and witches are so “two years ago.” It’s time to get over yourselves, ladies, and I plan on helping you do so.
This week, I’m blog hopping with the Pour Your Heart Out crew. Stop by and check out some more great writing.
Bus Stop Witches.