Pleasure, pain.. problems and pressure of being a mom.
I was walking across the street... the crosswalk. The little white man was lit up indicating it was my turn to go. No blinking red hand, no solid red hand. All signs were a "go." A car decided to turn left right in front of us. Did I mention I was not alone? NO. 4 children with me. Two in the chariot, 1 walking and 1 riding his bike. So this car turns right across our path. Ok fine. She wasn't looking but we were barely getting started across. No harm, no foul. Then the white van behind the car follows suit. Or tries. Only problem is, now we are mid cross walk. I am not a road rager. I am not a yeller at strangers. I respect people's space. It's probably pride, but I try to keep things under control and not lose control. But these are my babies and that van driver is an idiot and we are about to get hit, so I yell, "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!!!" I raise my hands and wave and try to put my body between my kids and the van coming towards us. Lady looks up. To...