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Long, long, rant - beware!
Today, at Weight Watchers, I got into a fight with a mother. OK; so I know that mothers are very touchy when it comes to the raising of their kids, and I do try to stay away from people with kids - except for M, because she's such a great mother. Her son can sit, heel, bark, shake, roll over, and play dead. - but in this case, I just couldn't contain myself.
It started when she blocked the entrance with the buggy, telling her older kid (around 3 or 4, I think) to open the door for her. She had to ask him 3 times before the moron obeyed. Then, once inside, she didn't have the decency to roll the buggy to the side, but instead put it SIDEWAYS in the narrow hall, making sure that no-one could enter the premises or reach the coat rack.
I managed to get pass her by pressing myself between teh buggy and the person in front of her, and so I got to the coat rack and was able to free myself of my warm coat.
Since I was going to meet my mother there, I sat down to wait, a bit to the side.
The older kid was bitching and whining that he wanted...something, something, which they had apparently left in the car. When the mother told him that they couldn't go and get it right now, he started screaming and crying.
IF M's kid would ever do something like that (he's 4), she would have silenced him immediately by telling him sharply that if he didn't behave properly, she would take him out to the car and let him wait there while she went to the WW-meeting, and that would be the last time she ever brought him along to town. Keeping a strict routine with her kid has made M the proud mother of one of the most well-behaved, most harmonius, and sweetest kid I've ever seen.
This mother didn't correct her kid, just asked him to be quiet, please be quiet, please... My irritation grew. The mother took her whining kid into the bathroom, coz he had to go, ad she left the baby in the buggy, to "mark her place in the line".
My mother came, we got in line, but as the woman didn't come out, we figured we'd go ahead, since we'd probably would be registered and weighed before she even got out from the bathroom. But, as it happened, there was a hold-up, and she got out of the bathroom, and rather aggressively told us that she had been before us in line. Mum answered that since she had left the line, we had walked ahead. The woman spit out that SHE had two kids to take care of!
"Yeah," I said. "We're aware of that..."
WHAT did I mean by that? Didn't I know that Friday meetings were for mothers with kids?
"Yeah," I said. I know. UNFORTUNATELY!"
This seemed to be a personal insult to the woman, and she turned to the rest of the line, and tried her best to make them side with her against horrible me: "DID YOU HEAR WHAT SHE SAID????"
She finished off by the classic line that all mothers use against other women who criticize their kids: "I sure hope you don't have any kids!"
I was sooooooooooooo close to telling her that IF I had had any kids, I would make sure to teach them to behave in public, but mum asked me to drop it.
So, we did or best to ignore the woman, and just watched her wrestle with her toddler who had grabbed candy from the counter and was complaining loudly that HE WANTED CANDY, HE WANTED CANDY...
The woman in question didn't stay for the lesson, thank goodness, but the leader of the class, a female Richard Simmons, only more air-headed, made sure to say a special welcome to all the mothers in the class, and to thank the rest of us for being so patient with the kids.
"Gee, I wonder who she's talking to?" mum said to me.
From next week on, we're changing group. I may write about bimbos, but I don't like being lectured by them, nor fighting with them. It's true what they say:
"Never fight with an idiot. They'll just drag you down to their level, then beat you with their experience."
So, for the question: Do YOU think I was wrong or right?
Today, at Weight Watchers, I got into a fight with a mother. OK; so I know that mothers are very touchy when it comes to the raising of their kids, and I do try to stay away from people with kids - except for M, because she's such a great mother. Her son can sit, heel, bark, shake, roll over, and play dead. - but in this case, I just couldn't contain myself.
It started when she blocked the entrance with the buggy, telling her older kid (around 3 or 4, I think) to open the door for her. She had to ask him 3 times before the moron obeyed. Then, once inside, she didn't have the decency to roll the buggy to the side, but instead put it SIDEWAYS in the narrow hall, making sure that no-one could enter the premises or reach the coat rack.
I managed to get pass her by pressing myself between teh buggy and the person in front of her, and so I got to the coat rack and was able to free myself of my warm coat.
Since I was going to meet my mother there, I sat down to wait, a bit to the side.
The older kid was bitching and whining that he wanted...something, something, which they had apparently left in the car. When the mother told him that they couldn't go and get it right now, he started screaming and crying.
IF M's kid would ever do something like that (he's 4), she would have silenced him immediately by telling him sharply that if he didn't behave properly, she would take him out to the car and let him wait there while she went to the WW-meeting, and that would be the last time she ever brought him along to town. Keeping a strict routine with her kid has made M the proud mother of one of the most well-behaved, most harmonius, and sweetest kid I've ever seen.
This mother didn't correct her kid, just asked him to be quiet, please be quiet, please... My irritation grew. The mother took her whining kid into the bathroom, coz he had to go, ad she left the baby in the buggy, to "mark her place in the line".
My mother came, we got in line, but as the woman didn't come out, we figured we'd go ahead, since we'd probably would be registered and weighed before she even got out from the bathroom. But, as it happened, there was a hold-up, and she got out of the bathroom, and rather aggressively told us that she had been before us in line. Mum answered that since she had left the line, we had walked ahead. The woman spit out that SHE had two kids to take care of!
"Yeah," I said. "We're aware of that..."
WHAT did I mean by that? Didn't I know that Friday meetings were for mothers with kids?
"Yeah," I said. I know. UNFORTUNATELY!"
This seemed to be a personal insult to the woman, and she turned to the rest of the line, and tried her best to make them side with her against horrible me: "DID YOU HEAR WHAT SHE SAID????"
She finished off by the classic line that all mothers use against other women who criticize their kids: "I sure hope you don't have any kids!"
I was sooooooooooooo close to telling her that IF I had had any kids, I would make sure to teach them to behave in public, but mum asked me to drop it.
So, we did or best to ignore the woman, and just watched her wrestle with her toddler who had grabbed candy from the counter and was complaining loudly that HE WANTED CANDY, HE WANTED CANDY...
The woman in question didn't stay for the lesson, thank goodness, but the leader of the class, a female Richard Simmons, only more air-headed, made sure to say a special welcome to all the mothers in the class, and to thank the rest of us for being so patient with the kids.
"Gee, I wonder who she's talking to?" mum said to me.
From next week on, we're changing group. I may write about bimbos, but I don't like being lectured by them, nor fighting with them. It's true what they say:
"Never fight with an idiot. They'll just drag you down to their level, then beat you with their experience."
So, for the question: Do YOU think I was wrong or right?