There we were--me, my kid, and the two dogs--standing at the cross walk about a half block from the kid's school. This crosswalk? Let me tell you, it's been the bane of my parenting existence. It stretches across one of the more traveled roads in our town, a road where cars routinely exceed the 25 mile per hour speed limit. Forget that these drivers are passing through a school zone during school hours. They're in a hurry to get to jobs that they tell everyone they hate.
Or so my grumpy thinking goes.
At any rate there is no stop sign to slow these speeding drivers and only rarely a crossing guard.
Getting from one side of this road to the other without getting killed in the process? It's about as easy as getting an eight year old to clean her bedroom.
On four different occasions I've been half way across the road when a car has failed to yield. One time as a speeding car careened toward us, I stood frozen in my tracks and yanked both dogs back toward me as I yelledRead More »from The Grumpy Person’s Guide to Gratefulness