I Hate Being The Butthead Parent

So today Goober went out to the bus stop.

Oh, the dreaded bus stop.

If you remember there are three kids that insist on teasing Goober while they wait. Goober has done a pretty good job of ignoring them so far, but it does bug him. He tells me about it. And for a six year old to remember to tell me about it when he gets home from school, after seven hours of other stuff, says something to me.

Today I simply stood at the door and watched the kids at the bus stop. The ones that are being little turds noticed and started making actions etc towards me with loads of attitude. Goober ran over to me as I went out and got the mail and told me "mom, those are the kids that call me ______"

I simply walked over to the bus stop, looked at them and said I would be finding out who their parents are. (They have, after all been warned by Jer a couple of weeks ago) And I promptly turned around and started walking.

I'm pretty sure I ruffled them, since they started to yell to me "for what?!" (my reply was "you know what.") and other flustered "I know I'm in trouble" type things.

I hate being the parent kids hate. I don't want to talk to parents.

I want to move, if only to get my son away from these bullies. Honestly, I know it could be worse, they could tease him throughout the day, but it still pisses me off.