A few weeks ago I posted about Audrey's new school transportation situation. Her new driver refused to take my advice about a better route that I knew could significantly trim her nearly one-hour commute, and eventually I had to escalate the issue to her manager.
The day after I spoke to the manager, Audrey did indeed arrive home earlier. But now I had to deal with the attitude of the driver, who was clearly pissed off that I had gone over her head. She was seriously obnoxious and came at me with, "Well, today wasn't a good example because it's their early day. And we're only 5 minutes earlier anyway. Just 5 minutes! 5 minutes!" She was still yelling "5 minutes!" out of her window and madly gesticulating at me with her outstretched digits as I skedaddled it into the house.
I was a little rattled from the confrontation, but after a few minutes are started getting really angry. What kind of a person would do such a thing? This person is clearly aware that I have a child with special needs. She knows that Audrey has autism. Did it ever cross her mind that maybe she should perhaps CLIMB OFF MY FUCKING ASS BECAUSE I'VE ALREADY GOT ENOUGH STRESS IN MY FUCKING LIFE WITHOUT GETTING YELLED AT BY A FUCKING BUS DRIVER, YOU SOUL-LESS HEARTLESS SPAWN OF SATAN?????
Do you ever feel like that? No? Just me? OK. Never mind.
Maybe it makes me a primadonna, but sometimes I feel that we special needs parents should get special dispensation from some of the douchebaggery out there. It's one thing to get randomly flipped off while I'm driving -- that person couldn't possibly know that I am a special needs parent and clearly just likes to crap on all of his fellow citizens with impunity. But it's another thing to know about my situation and still do so.
I know one time for sure that I will be throwing down the big Autism Card and HARD...if I ever get audited by the IRS. Can you say "medical expense deduction"? It's not hard for us to get over the whatever-the-hell percent over that whoozie-whatzie income number, and once we do, I load that pig up with everything I've got. You want to argue with me, bean-counter boy? You want to take on the mother of an autistic child who we pour all of our income into for therapies that our insurance won't cover? I will fuck you up.
I'm going to jail, aren't I?