Well, the day has finally arrived. I completely lost my marbles on the crossing. BIG TIME. I'm so angry with myself. I thought I had it all under control.
Apparantly not....just ask any of the fifty assorted kids and parents who watched me have a screaming match in the middle of the street with a guy who decided that me asking him to move his car was racially motivated. Like I care what nationality his car is. I know, not very funny. I'm trying really hard to see the lighter side of this, and so far, not happening. I love my job. I've known some of these kids since they were in nappies, and I love hearing about their teachers and their lunchboxes and all their other stuff. And this afternoon I set the worst possible example for them. I lost it. OK, the guy in question wasn't exactly reasonable, but that is no excuse. How can I expect any one, my son included, to use their minds to solve their problems, when I came within seconds of braining a man with a stop sign?? All I can do is apologise to everyone who witnessed it, and do some long, hard thinking about the future.