Eurgh!! I hate the school run… Not because its stressful, (though it is sometimes) not because I don’t like getting up early, (even if I don’t sometimes) and its not because its a long arduous journey, no I hate the school run because of the other parents.
I don’t know if its because I have stagnant bitch face (you know where when you’re stood with no expression on your face and for some reason you just look plain angry as hell) or if its the way I look/dress/dye my hair or if its my age compared to some of the other parents (even though I’m 25 now) but they all avoid me.
Now don’t get me wrong I’m happy with that to be honest, as there is only 2 of the parents at my kids school that I actually know and like but its the stares and the funny looks when attempting to strike up conversation with another mum/dad because of a class invitation to a birthday party or some other reason that gripes my craw.
Yesterday for example, I walk up to another mum with my youngest (who had received an invitation from said mums son) to ask about the birthday party and to rsvp, well the way she looked at me was like I had sprouted 3 heads… Yes she smiled and seemed polite enough but I’m good at reading people (I’ve had to be but that’s a journal for another day) and the eyes give away a hell of a lot and I could tell she wasnt thrilled to be talking to me.
I may shave part of my hair off, dye it funky colours (its blue and black and purple at the moment) and I have a penchant for weird and wonderful leggings (I have a pair that are covered in rainbows with an armoured t Rex on one leg and a unicorn on the other for example) but for the love of wine I’m not an alien there’s no need to look at me like I’m from a freak show.
Eurgh!! And they wonder why I prefer to listen to music rather than attempt to talk to any of them… Anyway rant over time to make myself another cuppa because I forgot about the one I got halfway through making because I started writing this haha 🙂
Have a lush day everyone!