Okay, someone tell me – what is with people who are
a) miserable in public and
b) quick to assume you are sucking at being a mom and they could show you better?!
The last few days have set a record for sour encounters while out and about with my kids. Please read along.
Encounter in the parking lot
It was the longest drive to the pharmacy that one sun shiny morning with my seriously watery, sticky, itchy allergy riddled eye and I pulled our truck into the only available spot in the tight parking lot. It was for a small car but I was in a desperate situation and there was still room behind me for cars to pass through.
Upon getting the relief promised by Benedryl, I got my kids buckled into their car seats and hopped behind the wheel when I remembered these pills may have a drowsy factor. And that other item I needed to pick-up finally presented itself to the forefront of my thoughts. Yep, I had to do it all over again.
I got Shae out of the car and went around the other side to unbuckle Oliver when I heard an annoyed voice.
“Excuse me, are you leaving?”
I glanced over the pick-up and saw an older woman standing there.
“I can’t get out,” she exacerbated.
Confused, stressed and searching for my other offspring to make sure he was still on the sidewalk, I responded in an equally annoyed manner.
“What do you need??”
“Are you leaving or going in because your truck is blocking my car!”
What the eff is this lady going on about?
“No, I am taking my kid out and going back in,” I said. If she thought I was going to pack my kids back into the truck [for a third time!]…
I walked around the back to see what her complaint was about. Because of the angle of our two spots and the extra foot hanging off my back end, I could see that her exasperation was caused by the fact that she couldn’t back straight up and would have to swing her wheels to the left a little bit as she exited. The inconvenience!
I informed her that she was completely able to get out and even offered to help guide her out. Standing behind her vehicle with Oliver on my hip and my 31 week belly sticking out, I waved her to come. No movement. “Come!”
“I don’t need your help!” She yelled out her window.
Later that afternoon, I sat on my nieghbour’s lawn, watching our kids ride their bikes on the street. “Car coming” and the children scampered to the side of the road. The car continued slowly on, passing closely by Shae and his friend. I guess Shae was feeling antzy and moved a foot forward as the car rolled past him. I immediately yelled out for him to stop. Admittedly, I didn’t leap up. Washing the car earlier had taken a tole on my already stiff legs. The old man in the car stopped and then continued, turning at the dead end and coming back up the street. I was still talking to Shae about the importance of not moving at all when a car goes by when the car rolled up to where my friend and I sat. His eyes were fixated on me with a withered, accusing expression.
“That was very inappropriate,” he said in a scolding tone through his open window.
My crazy head space was attracting misery that day.
“And I’m talking to him about it,” I responded looking back directly at him.
There was a brief pause as he continued to scrutinize me, “I should hope so.” His eyes locked on mine, he rolled his car forward slowly and didn’t break the eye lock until the strain of it demanded his eyes look forward again.
Yeah, he lives four doors down from me. Blessed to have such concerned neighbours.
The thrift store.
I live in a small town, small stores. I sent my boys to the back of the store where the toys were, keeping myself in view of them as I browsed the racks.
They played happily for a good 15 minutes or longer. Then I heard Shae let out a cry that signaled either a kid had taken a toy from him or some other non-threatening circumstance. As I struggled to get a shirt back onto a hanger, I called to him. One second, two second, three, oh there’s an employee walking over to the scene. I start to walk over and I hear the employee’s critical voice say,
“Where the hell is the mother??”
Because it had been three seconds too long and what kind of mother would be acquiring items to buy in nearby racks while her children play with cheap and used toys?
Clearly inappropriate and neglectful of that mother.
I can’t wait til I have three kids and I get the stares and questions like “are you Catholic?”