Okay it's Wednesday half way through the week, hump day, it should be a great day right?!?! Ha yeah right! It actually all started yesterday when my husband called me at school. I forgot to turn off the ringer on my cell phone so I'm sure you can see how well that went over with 22, 17 years. "Mrs. Collins give me your phone..." Blah Blah Blah... Um guess what pimple infested idiots I'm an adult and if I get a call during class pretty sure it might be important, and not "Ohmigah you need to get out of class now, Hannah is in the hall of C building and talking to your man."
So I do the ignore thing and in between classes call Kevin back to find out he had blown a tire and his dad had to come help him and all this stuff that really wasn't an emergency, just letting me know that his morning was crap! To me I think no big deal get a new tire move on life is normal. And I thought it was, so I went about my normal Tuesday. Kevin plays basketball with friends every Tuesday so I went with my mom and sister-in-law to the mall to find my new niece an Easter dress. Now, I'm not going to go into the excitement of that, but more so to my Gymboree with a stroller experience. I'm sure all you mommies know that not one store makes it friendly for a stroller, not even stores geared toward the person who sits laid back chillin' in that stroller. This I understand and commence to do the little stroller tug and pull dance through out the store. But as if this isn't fun enough some genius person decided lets throw in 2 crazy girls and their moms who are allowing them to run around a store as if it were their bedroom.
First, I'm in my little corner looking at a cute dress for my niece Emma and these girls coming careening around the corner. I'm blocked in and they don't turn around and run the other way, no no they want to go the way that I'm blocking. So, because it makes so much since the two of them as if speaking to one another telepathically take the front of the stroller and shove it under a round rack of clothes. Okay I fully understand that I should have been able to prevent my poor little girl from be submerged in the abyss of clothes, but honestly I was taken completely off guard. I truly could not believe that this was going on with their moms not 2 feet away. Then about 5 minutes later on the other side of the store I'm caught again in yet a very tight squeeze with these girls. So, once again, do they turn around go the other way? Do they push the stroller, nope I was braised for that this time. Ahhhh no, they literally climb over the stroller, one girl's shoe nearly used Khloe's leg as a spring board! At this point I'm making a face toward my mom and the ladies realize something happened. They ask, so I tell. Then the lady says "girls next time a stroller is in your way you tell them to move it!"
What the &*%$?!?!?! Are you kidding me? Okay maybe you ignorant people need keep your children next to you in a store. Pretty sure there was another couple in there with two kids and the husband was running after them to keep them in line. I just can't believe people sometimes! I completely understand that Khloe is going to be crazy and run, but she will get in trouble and not that 'get over here, stop that' - b.s. Seriously take your child by the hand and make them mind. My mom said I was overreacting 'their just little girls' Yes they were just little girls, but their mothers are grown women who need to be getting control of their children in a public place... but I digress.
As if the day wasn't fantastic enough our quick trip turned in to a billion hour extravaganza. I return home well passed Khloe's bed time and Kevin walks in trying to explain that he has to take my SUV and I have to take his brother's truck to work, blah blah blah blah he explained I barely listened... So this morning I'm driving Travis' Ranger. Okay I am not one to hate on someones vehicle, but good lord Travis I hate your truck! It drives like a truck. Not smooth and crisp down the road, but bouncy and all out of control. And turning, oh lord that was fun! You can't quickly make a turn it's more 'hey there, look at me check out the whites of my eyes, oh and thank you for flipping me off you have a great day to and yes I have my foot on the gas, and no I can't go any faster.'
Breathe in breathe out... it's alright, it really is! Cause my students are acting out scenes from The Crucible and one group has taken on the scene where John Proctor calls Abby a whore, and it's pretty much an ironic group to be doing this scene. Oh the hilarity it will bring my yucky rainy day (oh it literally is raining today damn it!)
Peace: it does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your hearts. - unknown
Thank you blog world for allowing me to vent here and not my heart shaped diary, I feel so much better.
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