The School Bus: The Saga Continues

This dang school bus situation. Just when I get comfortable, there is change. And we all know I hate change in all forms.

Yesterday started off well enough. Got Ziggy ready for school and we are inside with the door open waiting on the bus. I hear a horn beeping but I don't see the bus. I walk outside, the bus is blocking off the side street with the door open. I walk up my long ass drive way, down the street to the bus. With my most pleasant of voices, I ask, " Good Morning. Who are you here for?" He says, " I'm here for Ziggy." I say, "Oh! What happened to the other bus driver?" " I'll be on this route for a while." Then, this is where it goes down hill. " You need to have Ziggy on this corner in the mornings. We can't go down your street, there is no where to turn around."
Now:
For those of you who know me, that did not go over well. Let us continue.

"Excuse me?" I say. "He needs to be outside, on this bench, waiting for me." He says. The aide on the bus, drops her head and shakes it slowly. I step back, and I say, "You know what? You can go ahead and leave. I'll take him to school." The driver, realizing his mistake, attempts to fix the situation. " No ma'am. What I'm saying is.." I say, "You see those three cars in the driveway? All of those belong to me. My son doesn't have to catch this damn bus." Then, my head rears back, and I get real extra. " I didn't want him to catch the damn bus in the first place. So turn this raggedy ass bus around and you can go." And I stomp angrily to my door. Ziggy says, " Hey! My bus!" I say, F*&K that bus! I'll take you to school!
Now:
For those of you who know Autism, that did not go over well. Let us continnue.

"I wanna catch the bus! I wanna catch the bus!! I WANNA CATCH THE BUSSSSSSS!" Ziggy screams.
In my head, when the scenario played out, Ziggy says in his manly voice, "F*$K that bus mom! You can take me to school!" Before the melt down can go into howler monkey screeching mode, I kick the front door open and ran up the driveway and stop the bus. Ziggy runs past me and jumps on the bus in his seat and the aide straps him in. I say to the bus driver, Mark (I got his name today) "What time will you be here tomorrow?" He says, "I'll be here at 735." I say, "You can go down this side street, there is a turn about down there." He says, " I'll blow when I'm passing the house and then I'll park on the side, you guys should be able to see me out of the window." We both pretended like that side show did not happen.

My mom asked yesterday, as she almost fell out of her chair laughing when I told her about it, "How did that crow taste? When you had to eat it?"
Now:
For those of you who know me, eating crow, saying I'm sorry, does not go over well.
I tell that story to my family, and they never get what the true point of the story is. Ziggy didn't back me up! We hate people as a team, you can't divert from the plan! I gotta teach this child of mine...