Mean Mom
I’m not sure what transpired, but this woman comes blazing into the kids section of the library with two children in tow, demanding of another women if they are her kids. She then proceeds to tell the second woman that the children are unruly, horribly behaved and that she has been searching for their mother for quite some time before finally demanding of them that they take her to their mother. And she is totally offended by their behavior. And she doesn’t even work there.
While she is ranting, the kids begin putting some books back onto the shelves. The ranting woman then says no, put them in the return basket, because that’s not where they go, and you’re making them hard for other people to find, blah, blah, blah.
[bitchy blonde mom]
Ranting woman then goes to a nearby table with her child. And the mom of the two allegedly unruly kids tells them they must behave and be quiet in the library. Not a peep came out of them for the next 30 minutes. So I can’t really imagine them being all that horrible. Because usually when I see kids being that bad, and getting told to behave. They are pretty rotten unruly kids anyway, and just go on being rotten and unruly with their idiot parents.
Weird. The mean mom encounter du jour.
I am inclined to think the ranting woman is just a bitch. Because when DD said to me, “This is a great book,” and I replied, “Terrific, read it,” mean mom snickered in a very bitchy way. Or maybe because I saw her bless out that other lady I just have it in for her now.
Other news
DD has a fever and has been stuck to me like glue.
Cable back on tomorrow. DH wants to celebrate with Asian food. A votre sante to gluttony. Yeah, that’s not Asian. But I don’t know any Asian toasts.
Should be sleeping, but am up hatching my plot for world domination.
Oooh, I’m glad it wasn’t me who was the mom of the supposedly unruly kids. Because I’d have let that woman have it. I disapprove of random strangers giving parenting advice. Mind your own business!
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I think the ranting woman has issues. I may have her confused with someone else. But a few weeks ago DD was playing with some other children, just other kids at the library, and a woman obviously the mom was acting like she was being such a pest. I was there the entire time. She was playing. All of the kids were playing nice and quiet. I think it was this same strange woman. I’ll remember next time I see her for certain.
I’m not offended when my child races down a library aisle – which she should definitely not do – and somebody says slow down please or other polite reminder. But getting in somebody’s face like that was really ugly and inappropriate.
I asked a girl to sit down in her buggy at Home Depot once and her dad got really angry with me. I said, “Sorry, I was afraid your child might bust her head open on this concrete floor.” Poor kid has an idiot for a father. I didn’t care how mad he was. Nobody was going to the ER on my watch.
Oh yes. I should clarify. Friends, relatives and perfect strangers are all welcome to say something if my child is doing something dangerous (and let’s face it, with my child she usually is). It’s just the rest of the disapproving real-life and internet mommies and their looks and commentary that I can do without!
Yeah Marne, you are sensible. So I was thinking that you would have been on the side of safety. And really, even if a parent is nearby – and that guy was but not looking – if a child is standing up in a rolling cart moving around over a concrete floor falling would be a very bad thing. Concussion anyone?
I used to be more concerned about offending parents. Now I’ve just seen enough kids with busted heads not to care if their parents get angry because I asked them to sit down in a cart.
I’ve gotten bold about rudeness in public with children too. If I ask a child to stop making a loud slurping sound and they keep it up long enough, I’ll reach over and grab the straw. I only do that if they’re sitting at my table and the parents are remiss though. After that you pretty much never eat together again. DD has lost friends over it – rude, trash-mannered friends.
It must be all those years I spent stuck on the bratty-child flight next to professionally dressed parents who didn’t care at all that their child was kicking the seat or making fake bodily sounds for 1000 miles. Maybe I’ll eventually be the crazy old lady with cats.