Going on a rant
So.....I haven't posted for a while. I didn't want to write about the endless doctor appointments, hospital visits, feelings of banging my head against an uncaring ER's wall (for my mom) - none of that. I also didn't want to write about the never-ending drama of raising two moody teens. I didn't want to write about the craziness of running a business or the freaking out at the loss of a major contract. Nope, those weren't topics I cared to address here. I wanted to write something happy. Maybe even perky. But every freaking day I keep thinking the same thing: why are you (whomever you might be) entitled to be such an ass? Mostly this happens when I take my kids to school. Why are you, a fully able-bodied parent with fully able-bodied kids, parking in the handicap access parking spot? I know you know there are disabled kids in this school. But you don't give a shit. Why? Why are you in the left turn lane at the corner of Wayne and Sligo Creek