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Friday, August 1, 2008

The Screaming Lady

Ever been with your kids when one of those so called "teachable moments" falls into your lap.....and you blow it all to hell? Well I had one the other morning and let's just say that I was less than stellar in my handling of the situation. In my defense though I was having one of those 'I've already broken up countless fights, changed three poopy diapers, and cleaned the kitchen twice and oh my freakin' GOD! it's only 10:30 a.m." type of days. And I was PMS-ing. And I was running on four hours of sleep. So there. I wasn't in the best mood to begin with.

Anyway, it all went down like this. We were walking back from our neighborhood park. I was pushing The Destroyer in the stroller and Captain Crazy was riding his bike along side us on the sidewalk. We were on the opposite side of the street from our house, and we were getting ready to cross the street when I looked to my left and saw the car approaching. To say this car was driving "fast" would have been putting it mildly. To say that it had "sprouted wings and was flying very low to the ground" would have been a much more accurate description.

When it registered just how fucking fast this moron was driving, on a neighborhood street, something inside of me just snapped. As the car approached, I screamed as loudly as I could "slow down!". The car windows were down and they definitely heard me because they slowed almost instantly and then the passenger, a girl maybe in her late teens, looked at me and yelled back "What's your problem, lady?!" Whoa! What's my fucking PROBLEM?! Was she serious?! Fucking moron! I screamed back at her "YOU'RE SPEEDING ASSHOLE! That's my problem!" The car flew around the corner and I turned back to my boys. That's when I saw a lady standing on the corner - mouth hanging open, her dog's leash dangling loosely from her hand as she stood waiting for it to finish whizzing on the neighbor's grass. I shot her the hairy eyeball and then hustled us across the street.

Looking back on the situation, I'm definitely not proud that I lost my temper and said "asshole" in front of my kids - especially Captain Crazy since he's like a parrot these days. And I'm very well aware that kids learn from us and our actions and blah, blah, blah. And I realize that everyone speeds sometimes - it's just a fact. But racing through neighborhoods at 45 -50 mph when little kids are playing in their front yards and riding their bikes on the sidewalks is completely unacceptable So, I'll continue to scream at speeding cars whenever I get the chance -I'll just choose better words - when my kids are with me.

3 comments:

Likes Chocolate said...

Sorry it took me so long to respond to your comment. We have been on vacation. I am so glad you found our blog. It means alot to me to help educate others about CHD though I didn't know anything about it myself 2 years ago when the ultrasound tech told us there was something wrong with our babies heart. You could say the least we were shocked. I enjoyed reading your some of your post. I had one of those screaming mommy momment today though I am so not proud of it. If only my oldest two would keep their hand off of each other. I also enjoyed the medium one though I am very skeptical of them. We are having that very same battle here in my house because I feel strong that we are suppose to have another child though crazy as it sounds since we all ready have three. Why? I am not sure, but when ever I go to start to make the appointment to get my tubes tied I hear a small voice in my head that say no there is one more. Now, I just have to convince my husband since he thinks are lives are crazy enough.

Sonya said...

Nothing infuriates me more than someone that has no disregard to where they are driving....and how fast they are doing it! I have always had this fear that someone would dart out in between cars, but I guess not everyone can be so cautious! :( But you know what...I don't blame you one bit for yelling and your choice of words would have been mine! Heaven forbid they would have stopped and gotten out of their car because I would have either one called the cops or two, looked over my shoulder, if children weren't watching...SOCKED THEM! :)

Hope you are doing well!
Sonya

Rachel said...

I have had similar experiences...unfortunately, my 18 month old daughter has caught on and says "dammy dammy dammy dammy" when she gets frustrated. oops.