I have a couple of questions I desperately need answers to. Feel free to comment below. Or don't. It's not like I really care anyway :O)
1. Why do people think it's ok to talk shit about someone behind their back? And I mean if you do so, can you at least be smart enough to make sure the ones you're talking shit about don't find out? Sweetie, there's no such thing as a "I won't tell" rule in life. People always tell. Just like you told them "but you can't tell anyone", they're gonna turn around telling the next in line "but you really can't tell anyone". What the fuck I mean haven't you learned anything growing up? And shoot, ok, so there's the ones you talk shit about that you don't actually like and you don't even hang out with. But then there are the ones you claim to be your "friends" (these poor bastards). Jealousy can be a bitch I know, I know. It's hard to keep up and it's hard to compete or feeling like you have to but come on. You sit down with them, you have a good time and next best chance you get, you make sure you trash talk her like there's no tomorrow. Now there's one thing you need to know about ME. And there are a few individuals out there who just don't want to fucking get this, so let me make you understand this! If you, for whatever stupid fucking reason, decide to go behind my back, and talk shit about me or my family, you better make sure you have a damn good reason, some damn good running shoes and jesus christ choose only words you'd repeat when looking me straight in the eyes. If you can't say it to my face, it'd sure as hell be better for your own well being if you didn't say it at all.
2. Why do people, who don't have any children, feel the need to give ME parenting advice. Now first of all, I am well aware I'm not perfect. I have my flaws and get reminded more than enough that I could do a lot better, but ya know, my children are (somewhat) well behaved, they're clean, they're well dressed, again (somewhat) well mannered, they are fed, the ones still in diapers don't run around in the same diaper all day, my house is clean and they do get enough fresh air. I do have a temper and yes I need to control my choice of words BUT as previously stated, my children are well taken care of and I don't physically punish my children. So for heavens sake, when I FINALLY make it to the check out after a 90 minute trip to the Commissary, that could have been over and done with in 20 minutes if the two older ones would have been in school, but damn of course it's sunday when i run out of everyfuckingthing so I don't have much of a choice but to take all three (and yes mr and mrs know it all, that is poor weekly planning on my end but guess what FUCK YOU, you're more than welcome to trade places with me and see if you'd do better). So after 90 minutes of going from being annoyed to irritated, angry, pissed, frustrated and just plain fed up, after begging (on both counts) and compromising, giving in and deals that are only made to be broken 5 seconds later (and that wouldn't be on my end, just to clear that one up), I just wanna get the hell out of there. So waiting until all your crap has been rang up and packed in bags just seems endless while these monsters are throwing bitch fits because they didn't get a treat. WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK ARE YOU SERIOUS??? You made me wanna shoot myself at least 736 times within the last 90 minutes and now you want to be rewarded??? So slowly, I crumble and I'm seriously about to just break down in tears, begging my 3 year old (3 going on 30) to just give me a break and to stop screaming and crying, when this barely legal GIRL behind me smiles and says "awwwwww you'll be alright MOM! I don't have any kids of my own but I have 27 kids that I teach so I know what it's like"
I looked at her. And that's really all I could do. Out of all people in this world who think they always know everything better, the one WHO DOESN'T HAVE ANY KIDS OF HER OWN thinks she can make me feel better 'cause she KNOWS what it's like? Because for a couple of hours a day she desperately tries to get the attention of some kids but in the end thinks, "ah whatever, you're not really my problem anyway", then goes home to sit on her couch to watch some stupid movie and enjoys the rest of her day in SILENCE, you think because of THAT you KNOW what it's like? Sure, calm down woman, she was just trying to be nice. But to all these people out there who don't have any children. When you see a parent in a store, with numerous children with the main purpose of making their parents' day as miserable as possible, do NOT, and I mean it, do NOT think there's ANYTHING YOU could say to make them feel better!!!! Before they were just jealous and thinking "damn I wish I was as lucky as that bitch and wouldn't have to drag these monsters around", but NOW, now they HATE you for it with every fiber of their being! Trust me, you just don't wanna go there!!! Just look away. Nobody likes it when people give them the "oh my god, what a terrible mother, why is she letting that poor innocent child cry?" look.
Yes I do love my children more than words can say. But I have been considering an ad in the newspaper. "free to good home". Just kidding. Well, not really.
3. And this will be my last small rant for tonight. People. Learn how to fucking park!!!
I've gone as far as buying a sticker for our car that I put in the middle of the window on Adrian's side, that reads "BABY INSIDE". Now I thought people would get the message but I think I really need to get a new one that's a little more direct "Look bitch. My mom needs more than just an inch to open this door to lift me chubby chubster with my infant car seat into the car without slamming the door into yours. So you can either back it up and try to park like a person with more than 5 remaining brain cells, or consider the dent in your car a token of our gratitude!" Don't ask me how many times I got completely parked in at Mimi's PRESCHOOL - where people really should know better.
Lesson of the day: you just can't fix stupid.
