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Not everything is as it appears
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Not everything is as it appears I had this plan on Sunday. I was going to get off my 12 hour shift at 11am, take a shower, get lunch into the midgets after they got back from church with my mom, and<b> head </font></b>to West Lebanon area without a specific plan other than to buy them dress shoes. I invited 2 different friends to go with us, but the first already had plans to do some work for his brother, and the other's GF wouldn't let him out to play or come along too, yet he couldn't let me know one way or the other until immediately before I wanted to leave.  I even called my youngest brother that lives down in that area, but alas, he was heading up this way to a house warming party.  Eh, whatever, fine. I just wanted some adult company along with all the midgets, but it's alright. Girly time with them is alright too. So I took 'em to the Pet store to look at the birds, rodents, fish and reptiles. It's like a free zoo and aquarium.  While I'm there I do a little texting with another friend that I hadn't met yet, but had been chatting with for quite awhile that lives in the area and it just so happens that he's dropping his midgets off and can come and meet us. But he's nervous.  I assure him I won't use the kill command that the midgets possess as we'd be in public and someone would surely remember it and be able to identify us. By the time he gets the guts up to show up we've already been through Payless and gotten shoes for all 4 girls and are now at TJ Maxx getting them dresses.  I had these shoes on that give me an extra 2 inches or so, and I'm pretty tall already. The midgets realize right off that he's vertically challenged. Yeah, Cinderella is about the same height as him. So they launch into a whole conversation about how short he is.  I try to bring it to their attention that they're being rude, but I think that just made it worse. The poor guy is now kinda overwhelmed and embarrassed. He's been having kind of a rough time and well, I'm afraid the midgets didn't help with the self esteem issues too much.  Anywho, he kinda freaked and had to leave when I suggested maybe we could go see if the ice cream place was open or something.  Whatever, it's fine, I bring the midgets to the ice cream place which has a beautiful little playground next to it with lots of other playing. I keep getting these texts there about how he's sorry, he's a loser, etc, etc, etc.... I just can't figure out how I'm scary. Midgets yes, me no.  Anywho, he says he'd like to make it up 'cause he freaked, I say fine, I'm taking the midgets out for supper soon we can meet there. Yep, cool beans, gravy, wahoo. I get The Queen of No Pants into the vehicle. She has learned to unbuckle her car seat. I've been up for about 20 hours at this point. I'm beyond tired. I stand guard at the vehicle, call over to Cinderella and ask her to bring The Wee One, who she's been playing with and watching to the vehicle. I call to Drama Queen to come on too. I look at The Queen of No Pants who has unbuckled again, I re buckle her. I look up. There is Cinderella and Drama Queen. "Where is The Wee One?" C: "I don't know." ME: "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW?!?!?!" I look up, The Wee One is booking it in the opposite direction. Cinderella and Drama Queen see this at the same time. A couple of other parents there are looking at The Wee One and asking each other if they know whose this is. Cinderella and Drama Queen take off running to grab the Wee One while I stand guard over The Queen of No Pants at the vehicle because I know if I move she will unbuckle again and run off too. They grab her, bring her to the vehicle where I continue to ask Cinderella what the hell was she thinking to let The Wee One just wander off by herself when I asked her specifically to keep here with her, and bring her to the vehicle. C: "I don't know." I'm exhausted, scared of what could have happened and pissed as hell. Then some chick starts to scream at me. She wants to know how old the Wee One is, why I left her alone, and why I personally didn't run to get her.  Clearly she only saw that I am a lazy and terrible mother, not all of the other things that were going on.  I already was feeling bad that I had trusted the 12 year old with walking 50 feet with her 2 year old sister, I'm confused as to why the 9 year old didn't see that Cinderella didn't have The Wee One with her as she was only 6 feet away from them both when I told them to come to the vehicle, and I'm just generally not happy at being screamed at by a complete stranger.  Not that I was going to sit there screaming back, or explaining myself. There is no point in it. So yep, I was feeling like a complete loser. What kind of terrible person takes their 4 out for a day of fun when tired like that? Clearly I should be dragged out into the town square and tortured for my evil ways. And trusting a 12 year old to do what they're told? Shocking. Maybe I don't do everything perfectly, and maybe I don't make every choice correctly. But I think that kinda describes everyone. It kinda gets me how judgmental people are sometimes and how quick they are to think the worse of someone. Anywho, so I<b> head </font></b>to the restaurant a bit shaken by what has just went down, and I see that the only parking spots open at the time are next to a car that has parked so that it's half sideways across 2 parking spots, forcing me to park just a bit over the white line into the next parking spot a bit as well. I was sitting there waiting for my friend to arrive, that car moved, but The Queen of No Pants was out of her seat and sitting in my lap. I'm in the process of asking Cinderella to buckle her back into her seat so I can move my vehicle when there is a truck behind me trying to park on the other side of me where someone else has pulled out. He begins to scream at me that I'm rude! So TQoNP is now in her seat, I move my vehicle so that it's in a spot the right way, as I had already intended to do, when this guy comes back out. I call out that I'm sorry, and try to explain that I was only in the spot funky 'cause of the car that had been there... and he flips me off. So yep, that's me, worlds biggest loser, asshole parker, terrible mother, lazy bitch. Funny how people can see things about me that I never noticed before. Do you think you've ever misjudged someone by a singular action? I wonder if I have. Anywho, dinner went fine, I got to cheer up my new friend, and I was never so glad to get home and crawl into my bed. Let's see how I can fuck up today.   |
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What a day! You probably thought it was really funny if it didn't happen to you? 
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Fuck both of them, they have no right to judge you without knowing. Some people are always ready with a critical remark these days. It's just a damn shame those same people can't ever come up with a bit of praise for you for being a mother who cares about spending quality time with her kids, and actually parenting them. I would say that the losers in this case are the people who felt they had a right to say anything at all without knowing the circumstances. You are better than them, don't give it much thought. "Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson  
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Thanks! 
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Yep, they sure do! And not always in that nice and fun way either.  Eh, I'm over it. I just thought it was a shitty thing to do. Pepper spray, pepper spray, I've gotta remember to put that on my list!
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What a day! You probably thought it was really funny if it didn't happen to you? I'm not afraid to laugh at me too. If you can't beat 'em (and get away with it,) join 'em.
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Fuck both of them, they have no right to judge you without knowing. Some people are always ready with a critical remark these days. It's just a damn shame those same people can't ever come up with a bit of praise for you for being a mother who cares about spending quality time with her kids, and actually parenting them. I would say that the losers in this case are the people who felt they had a right to say anything at all without knowing the circumstances. You are better than them, don't give it much thought. I won't obsess about it. People like that generally suck. I've got no time to worry about what they think.
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Thanks Ariel.
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4/12/2010 9:45 pm |
I think what you should have told the lady was "Look bitch, I haven't had a drink since 8am, so I'm too sober to listen to your shit. If it wasn't for the food stamps and wick, I would have left these little fuckers with their fathers, or at least the one that isn't in prison. Now fuck off so I can get these kids in the car or I'm going to miss my meeting with my meth dealer, and there is know way I can do my shift at the club without a little something to take the edge off. People like you telling me how to raise my kids is the reason I got that last abortion" I wonder if she'd have anything to say about your parenting after that? If people are going to make you out to be the bad guy, then be the best bad guy you can be. Kick out their soap box.
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I think what you should have told the lady was "Look bitch, I haven't had a drink since 8am, so I'm too sober to listen to your shit. If it wasn't for the food stamps and wick, I would have left these little fuckers with their fathers, or at least the one that isn't in prison. Now fuck off so I can get these kids in the car or I'm going to miss my meeting with my meth dealer, and there is know way I can do my shift at the club without a little something to take the edge off. People like you telling me how to raise my kids is the reason I got that last abortion" I wonder if she'd have anything to say about your parenting after that? If people are going to make you out to be the bad guy, then be the best bad guy you can be. Kick out their soap box.
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When I was sitting my nieces and nephew who are 4 months and 6 months respectively apart from Wee One and The Queen of No Pants, people would always ask me if they were 2 sets of twins. Wee One is extremely smaller than her cousin who is in the 95th percentile of height and weight, not to mention there is a big difference between say a 2 month old and a 6 month old, etc etc etc. I told people "Yes, but we just don't feed this one as much as we're trying to keep her petite."  Some people took it pretty seriously until I told 'em the truth.
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Yepper, it sure can happen quickly. Gawd no! I wrote him off as anything romantic eons before that. Just trying to be a good friend. Who doesn't need a few of those?
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Oh, I'm not beating myself up at all, I've got complete strangers for that. Eh, shit happens, I'm not perfect, and I have yet to meet anyone that is. It just kinda floors me when people are so quick to jump on someone not knowing all the facts, and only seeing with their blinders on. Ah well, it's happened before, and I'm sure it will happen again. People are pretty quick to assume the worst sometimes. 
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Depends if you only read one blog posting or not.
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