It is the season to be jolly and for sharing and caring but I am feeling a wee bit hormonal today so allow me to vent off a little bit of snarky goodness.
- While grocery shopping today I encountered the latest hazard while negotiating the aisles. Look out for kids on heelies flying up and down the grocery aisles. Wheeee!!! Yes, that PTA mom yakking on the cell phone that you are trying to get around is their mom.
- Dining out with children is always an adventure. I have done it many times with my children at all ages and stages of their lives. Still, while I have no doubt that my children are/were the most enchanting creatures on the planet, I at least showed some sensitivity for the other diners who maybe didn’t see my darling children as charming dining entertainment. I also tried to respect that the restaurant staff is working hard and really doesn’t need their job to be harder by trying to dodge my little darlings as they wander the restaurant. So when dining out with my children, they were expected to remain in their seats, period. Dining out is/was a privilege here under the Big Top. Having said that, while enjoying sushi with Zoë and Abby last night, I was not enjoying “Kyle” dancing and prancing around the tables while his clueless parents stuffed their faces. Oh, wait. They did notice Kyle occasionally when a waiter nearly dropped a tray of food trying not to trip over the toddler or when little Kyle danced over to our table and wiped some sticky goo on my jeans while he was saying hello. I’m sure Kyle’s mom and dad don’t see their son’s antics s annoying; or maybe they do and choose to dine out with the little darling anyway. Still, is it really too much to ask that Kyle’s mom and dad keep the little cherub in his high chair or take him by the hand and for a walk or (even better) get a sitter?
- If your kid puked before breakfast, why would you send him to school? I’m just wondering…and waiting for my little boy to get sick since he was unfortunate enough to sit next to your child when he puked again.
- Do parents who allow their darling children to zip and zoom around the neighborhood streets on their bikes, scooters and skateboards (without their helmets) honestly believe that their precious ones are obeying traffic laws and watching out for cars? Trust me, they aren’t. I almost ran down two today. Like I don’t get enough grey-haired moments from my own kids.
- At last I can be thankful that it is RSV season and the NICU is closed to children under age 16 (except parents under age 16). I really don’t want to baby-sit siblings while mom is feeding her baby and dad is busy text-messaging or ducking in and out to grab a smoke.
