Handle with care

I'm sitting and I'm crabby about it.  I was crabby last night and a few times this morning.  I hurt my back. . . or rather my back is hurting me!  I did nuthin I tell ya.  I was just watering new plants and then WHAMO.  This is the third time that it has happened to me in the past 11 years.  So. . .it doesn't happen often and I'm thankful for that.

But I dislike sitting when I have stuff to do.  I dislike not being able to be efficient.  I dislike getting excessively frustrated at my kids for tearing apart my plans (grr Noel!), peeing on the floor while sitting on the toilet (grr Penny!), pouring juice all over the floor (grr Garrison!), and using five pumps of soap when I HAVE CLEARLY STATED YOU USE 1/2 A PUMP! (grr Simon!).  Yes these things are not a big deal and normally I'd handle it pretty well, but I didn't.

Something else I'm not sure I handled well was at the bus stop on Monday.  I'm the only grown-up who shows up in the morning.  Ever.  There are a few older kids who cut in line every single day.  They do it because they can.  Now, it doesn't seem to bother anyone except for me and another mom who e-mails me about it.  So Monday I said something.  I said something.  I still run it over and over in my mind--should I have said something?  I want my kids to respect lines and others and not take advantage even if they can.  I'm all about integrity.  So I said something.  Perhaps next year we establish line forming the first week.  Should I do that?  There are only 13 more bus stop mornings left and I'm known as "that mom" to the kids.  I can't confirm this, but if I was a kid I'd think that about me.

That's enough.  I need to get up.  I need to empty the dishwasher.  There is another full load sitting on the counter.  It may take me half and hour, but I need to manage this house.  Too bad I don't have one of those bracelets that alerts others if I fall and can't get up.