Day 6 of 30 days till Something

So, I'm on day 6 of paying attention and getting ready for Something.
And this ended up on my computer screen this morning.

http://www.oprah.com/spirit/Martha-Becks-20-Questions-That-Could-Change-Your-Life_1/2

Upon realizing that I was having a mental tantrum about this assignment from the Universe, I decided to spend the day with these 20 questions. I may also clean the kitchen, fix a broken shelf in the garage, hang out a couple of loads of laundry, and rake the front yard. But mostly, my brain will be with the questions. It may lead to Something.

Also, just so we (and by we, I mean me) don't start to think that Something is actually Nothing, and this whole being aware of what's going on so I know what to do next exercise is futile, I'll share this story;

This morning, the three kindergartners that are picked up by the school bus in my front yard were waiting somewhat quietly and calmly, backpacks through both arms, bellies full, and hair combed, on the bench I installed especially for them. The bench faces the street and is about five feet from the curb. On Day 1 of the bus pick up, the bus helper told the kids they were to 'wait ON the bench until the bus STOPS and the bus driver or helper MOTIONS for you to stand up and climb on the bus.' These kids are so into school....they have done a fabulous job of following this instruction every single morning.
This morning, I stood in the front door with my coffee watching (they don't want me near the bench. They Can Do It Themselves.) and the bus stopped, the bus helper came down the stairs, and screeched "WELL? Are you getting on or what? Come On! You need to be ready when the bus Stops!"

And ya know what? That really Pissed Mom Off.


This bitch lady was a different bus helper than our usual one. I'm sure she was nervous about staying on time, and I'm sure she makes about thirty five cents an hour. But still, those three kids are so awesome. They are so proud of their ability to follow instructions. So I called her supervisor, and left a message. It was a message about communication, happiness, and the five year old ego.
I'll be standing behind the bench tomorrow morning. Sometimes someone will just (seemingly) tell me straight up that I am scary. It kind of hurts my feelings when that happens. This morning, as I hung up the phone, hoping that the bus helper would be instructed to be less of a bitch consistent and kind with her sweet kindergarten customers, and hoping that she will be informed that developing good habits regarding safety, heavy buses, and icy streets BEFORE there's a sheet of sleet on the road is necessary, it struck me that I can be kind of scary.

Scary may be my superpower. All this time I thought it was just cooking.