My friend Kellie recently had an anonymous commenter leave some very rude comments on her blog. She
won brownie points in my book by letting Ms. Anonymous know (in no uncertain terms) how incredibly tactless she was. (Yay for you Kellie) In the spirit of that post, I've decided to have some fun (ie: vent a little bit) by giving responses to some of the tactless people that I have encountered in my life recently.
Please note that I would never say these things to these people in real life, but as I am not yet perfect, I do still think them on occasion.
First, to the man in the restaurant who saw me - very pregnant - with my two kids and said, "It looks like you have your hands full": Well, duh! I know that it isn't common in this geographical area, or in this day and age to see someone with more than one little child, and even more unusual to see someone pregnant and with little ones. I know I'm an anomaly, you don't need to point it out to me. And in my defense, they were being relatively well behaved that day. He should have seen them on a bad day, then he can tell me I have my hands full. As if I didn't already know that.
To the guy who works at the cell phone booth, or the girl at the make-up booth, or any of those other vultures that work at the mall: I am a rather crabby, nearly full term, pregnant lady. If I have dared venture into the mall, it is with a purpose, and if I am not stopping to look, then I am definitely not interested. Please don't try to deter me from my mission to ask me about my cell phone plan/skin care regime/desire for straighter hair. I have a limited amount of time before the kids start begging for the play area and/or the Disney store. If I don't get my errands done before that time, then I can kiss them goodbye.
And Finally, to the ladies who followed me out of the aforementioned restaurant the other day: If my kids are in my arms crying, and huddled against the building, and if I have told you 3 times (as politely as possible) that they are very, very afraid of ducks, please do not pull out your leftover bread stick and start feeding the ducks to make them come closer. I don't really care that your granddaughter (who isn't with you) loves to feed ducks. It is (in most people's eyes) pretty obvious that my kids do not like feeding the ducks, and my full hands would appreciate it if you didn't make this harder on them (or me) than it has to be.
Okay, that felt kind of good. I guess that's why I have this venting platform, right. It's not even that I am terribly upset by these situations. I'm not at all actually. Mostly, I just wonder what happened to the common sense of these people. Oh, well. I just hope that if I'm ever guilty, either the offendee will let me know (hopefully in a nice way) or forgive me and chalk it up to lost brain cells from having kids.
Have a great day everyone, and may you be able to laugh at something today.