A few months ago i got told that i was being inconsiderate to other shoppers by using a double pram whist only having one child occupy it.
My son was only 8 months old, we were at Ashmore City (The shop speaks for its self) And it was a Sunday morning. They have a car boot sale on a Sunday so i had rummaged around there using the spare seat to store my buys then ducked in to the IGA to buy some milk.
I was lining up behind the said woman when she stood back to far touching her ankle on my pram.. I appologised and moved back a little.
That's when her mental break down began.
Yelling at me how i was 'hogging' the isle and calling me selfish.. I was borderline bursting in to sleep deprived tears when she KICKED my pram.. tears turned to volcanic acid and i lost my barley coherent temper.
For those who dont know, our son is very sick. His liver doesnt work , he catches every single virus going round and its very fragile. And at the time was not well.
I threw every single reason why she should not have touched my pram at her while holding back on hurling my 3L milk at the woman screaming back at me.
The supervisor then whisked me away to another register and asked if i would like to make a report. I just wanted to get the hell out of there. Piled all my boot sale buys in my car, buckled baby in and just sobbed.
A couple of weeks later i ventured to Kmart with little miss. Upon seeing a fellow 2 year old with a balloon she instantly wanted one.
Considering a balloon is a weapon to her, i dismissed her request and plonked her in a trolley. Then the blood curdling screams began. I hurried to the back of Kmart to grab my USB card reader and pretty much jogged back to pay and get out of the public eye.
On my way back a woman obviously with nothing else better to do then pull up a chair in a large store and voice her unwanted opinions on to others stopped and proceeded to tell Miss 2 to stop being such a feral child.
HOLD UP.. I, her mother, the one who stored her 10+lbs body in my stretched to buggery stomach then gave birth to her in an unimaginably 8 minutes.. can call her a feral child.
But you lady, can not call her feral.
And i told her as much.
She then let me know that she obviously got her attitude from her foul mother and in her words 'Thank the heavens above this child was one of a kind' .. i could have knocked this woman right off her feet is she wasnt as old as my nan and i could afford to pay for damages to the biscuit stand behind her. So i gave her 'that look' and hustled my still screaming child to the nearest register. Again, back to my car to sob.
This brings me to today.
A simple trip to the shop to pick up a phone and dish washing liquid. Seems simple enough? didnt bother dressing up, just chucked on a clean cardigan and tied my hair back.
Dish washing liquid- Check.. 15 minutes to kill untill Telstra opens. Lets hit the in-shop play ground.
Straight away Miss 2 was the balloon her Mr 2 friend has. Which there were no more anywhere to be found.
Full-on-lay-down-feet-kicking-coughing-tanty. I simply turnde my head and ignored her.
Along comes the not so wise woman.
'Oh dear, you look exhausted.. do you only have the 2?'
'No, i have 3'
Oh! what were you thinking dear, with a child like that, i would have stopped at 1..'
'Do you have children?'
'No, ive enjoyed my life'
'Hey! little girl.. that's enough!'
'Thanks, i can handle it..'
'No.. I can handle this'
-Awkward silence- .. waiting for her to leave..
'Well obviously not my dear. you look like you used to be a pretty woman, look what these kids have dont to you'
' Im just tired'
' You know what you need? An eye brow wax, a hair brush , a bit of make up and you will be back to looking like a pretty lady again'
'Your welcome, Bye now.. Be good for your mother children'
So i pile my kids in to the trolley, that must make use look even more poor then she has already assumed, we march up to Telstra where i yell over there screaming, pick up the phone, march back to my car and lay my head on my steering wheel and sob.
Now im back home in a headspin.. kids in bed hopefully for the rest of the day.. (Wishes) Kicking myself for not buying that block of chocolate to drowned myself in.
Why must people pick on me??!!??