The Short Bus for 0.3 miles. Is it necessary?

When does it start and when does it end. It is a timeless question that is involved in every decision. Should I make cookies tonight. I know they are hungry and need snack but can it get finished before bedtime. Should I go back to school for a master's degree. Well how long will that take, how many hours a week will the commitment consume. If I stop and think about it too much, I probably will do nothing on a regular basis. It all just seems like too much of a hassle right now. I made a phone call about bussing today. Four hours later, the resolution was a return call from the principal basically saying, "suck an egg, oh and sorry." No compromises available. Your child again will be a sharp thorn in your ass as a reminder of the intense amount of labor is required to raise him. He can't ride the regular bus, your daughter can't ride the short bus with him, and they can't cross the street to walk home together. So...sorry. What's the difference anyway, he consumes our every waking moment with his level of needed supervision. So what's the difference of fourteen minutes a day to walk up to school and sign them out. And four minutes to walk home. What can I get done in twenty minutes without him? Fold a load of laundry, start dinner, run to the store, call for refills on his meds, hmm the list goes on. Maybe that's why it seems like such a big issue when it really "is for his safety and for the safety of everyone else." He only does reckless and ridiculous things without adult supervision. That's not disabling is it? I mean being 11 years old and being unable to be left alone in a room for 5 minutes without making huge errors in judgement.... And medicine doesn't change impulsive decision making. So how do you realistically supervise all waking hours? It's like having an infant. There are really days where I feel like I need to sit him against the dresser in the bedroom just to take a shower. Maybe I need one of those video baby monitors .... Oh and I love the dirty looks of every neighbor as they gossip about the naughty things he's done. One parent actually took the time to tell me. Another sent their son to say, "He can't come over anymore because he threatened my sister after she hit him in the head with a cup." I guess I can't expect you to supervise what's going on when he's at your house. So instead you can talk about what failures we are as parents. It's all good. He would probably already be in corrections or multiple foster homes if he stayed where he was born. His biodad's been in prison most of his life and his mom looks like a vixon crack whore judging by her facebook photos. you would like to be my friend... no thanks.