Chances are, whether you’ve known me for a long time or just a short while, you’ve never witnessed me lose my temper. You might have seen me tear up, especially given my experience as a young widow, but true anger? That’s a rarity. Most of the time, I keep my emotions bottled up. I’m soft-spoken, calm, and pretty good at rolling with the punches. In fact, I can count on one hand the times I’ve truly lost my cool in public over the last ten years. There was that one instance in the emergency room at 3 a.m. when I snapped at a young doctor for something beyond his control (to be fair, I had just received devastating news about my husband’s health). And another time with a contractor who double charged me shortly after my husband’s funeral—let’s just say my grief got the better of me then, too.
But the elementary school drop-off line? That’s when I transform into a full-blown rage monster. Picture this: ranting, raving, throwing my hands up in exasperation, and rolling my eyes while narrating each agonizingly slow move with sarcastic impatience.
I can’t defend my behavior. I hold no excuses. My fury is aimed squarely at parents who disregard the simple rules of the drop-off line.
The Rules of the Drop-Off Line
These rules are straightforward and frequently repeated: drive up to the curb, stay in your car, and let your child exit. For little ones, there are teachers ready to assist with heavy backpacks. Parents are explicitly instructed not to exit their vehicles. If extra help is needed, they should park and walk their children to the door.
The drop-off line is designed for a smooth flow—a drop-and-go system. When that flow is disrupted—well, you can guess how that affects me.
Every minute of my morning is meticulously planned: drop off my elementary-aged child, then my middle schooler, and finally, rush to work. Every second beyond the thirty seconds it should take to drop off my child is a second I desperately need.
Sure, I could leave a little earlier to avoid the chaos, but I’ve tried that and the rule-breakers still seem to be there, regardless of when I arrive. Plus, waking up my middle schoolers earlier means battling their sleep-deprived bodies, and honestly, why should they lose precious sleep just because others choose to ignore the drop-off rules?
Okay, deep breath—my inner rage monster is creeping back. I truly don’t want to start my mornings this way. My kids may find it amusing to see their typically calm mom lose it over a slow-moving kindergarten parent chatting with staff, but I’d much rather set an example of grace and patience. Instead, what am I really teaching them? Probably the opposite. Yet, nobody’s perfect, and maybe there’s a lesson in there somewhere—like, “follow the rules, or you might see an unexpected side of a usually calm person.” Just kidding, mostly.
I genuinely understand that some kids require extra assistance getting out of the car, and those parents also have busy schedules. I empathize with parents sending their kids to school for the first time amidst a pandemic. The rational part of me recognizes we’re all doing our best. But that doesn’t stop the eye-rolling and my loud grumbling.
So, sure, I’ll give you the seconds you need, but then let me have my moment of rage. I promise it won’t linger beyond the car line. But seriously—let’s keep this moving.
Further Reading
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