The Mean Lady Made Me Cry, Twice!
Published Date: February 22nd, 2007Category: Family Life, Marsha, The Babe, The Pack
Why do people feel the need to put their two cents in when it is so not needed? I am so sick of hearing the ignorant public’s flippin’ comments. I would love to have a witty rebuttal but I can never think fast enough above all the noise.
As you know, my tribe consists of three girls. My sister’s clan is two boys. I watch them two or three times a week. This means we become The Pack. One, two, three, four and six years old.
Wherever we go during the day people feel the need to stare, whisper and ask annoying ass questions. And I only have four of them during the day. “How old are you?” “Are they all yours?” “My goodness you have your hands full.” No shit!
Today was no different. ENT appointment. The Pack and mommy in a waiting room the size of my closet. Several old fogies gave me the typical lines. A few of them did say some sweet words. I think they could sense my rage!
Then there was the receptionist.
“Well, I can see you brought the whole gang.” Yup, how observant. I am watching her talk about me and the kids to the other office lady. She is making faces and laughing on my behalf. Ok, now I am ready to break bad. That is until she asked me to move the kids to one side of the office and pick up the books we had dropped. Like I wouldn’t have cleaned up before we left that area.
“Did you have your referral put in.” I start to answer and she says, “I can’t hear you over the kids, could you please come up here.” I can feel the tears in my eyes. I am not a crier. I am a bit of a hard ass. Don’t you let her see you cry!
We are moved to the room now. By the way, the pack was very well behaved. I mean for shits sake they are one, two, three and four. The doctor does his thing and we are sent back out to the mean, mean lady. I want to say, “I am sorry you are so miserable to be at work. It is not my fault this is your ding dang job. Customer service is very important.” But I don’t. I nicely ask to make the next appointment. Oh yes, please let me come back for more abuse.
I got The Pack back into the caravanarama and started home. Then I really start crying. How dare she insinuate that I can’t have four kids or that The pack was badly behaved. These are my little snot nosed boogy heads and I am the only one that can make snide comments about them.
I am so pissed that I never have a sharp response and care what others think. That damn women really ruined my day!
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4 Responses to “The Mean Lady Made Me Cry, Twice!”
oh hun, I’m so sorry to hear this. I, too, get stares and comments - I have 3 little ones (5, 4 and 2) and for the longest time, I’d get rudeness. Not that everyone was. And my kids have always been well behaved 9 out of 10 times.
I remember being VERY preggo with my baby and pushinga double stroller with a 1 and a 2 year old. YES, they are mine. YES, they were ALL planned, and YES DUH, it gets a bit busy. HEY LADY, at least I’m having SEX! UGH. Nervy people.
WEll, I just wanted to let you know that I relate. And I know how you want to cry. I wish I had the nerve and the quick wit to blast right back at them, too. Take good care. xoxo
I get the same crap too with my 4 ages 5 (twins), 8 and 10. It’s either, “Well, I see ya got ‘em all with ya today!” or if I’m alone then it’s, “Where’s all the kids???” I’m like, GEEEEEESH. Shut UP.
People can be such asses.
So sorry!! I can relate too! I was at the grocery store with my three not too long ago when the youngest (19 months) decided to throw THE mother of all tantrums. I was sweatin’ bullets, my friend, and of course the lady in front of me was SO friggin’ slow. What I hate is all the non-parents who snort, “I’m never gonna let my kid act like that.” I feel like saying, You just wait. You’ll get what’s coming to you.
Luckily that day there were TWO nice moms who came to my rescue - one to make googly faces at my Bridget and the other to unload my cart for me. I wanted to cry, I was so grateful. I always make it a point, while in public, to help a pooped out mom with her brood, I’ve assisted with everything from a bloody nose to a vomiting kid
Cry all you want, friend. I think you deserve too after dealing with that meanie.
Cheers
Do you live in MI? It is like that here everywhere for any reason… Ha! Great post… my empathy is with you… next time tell them, “yeah, they’re all mine, I had miracle injections instead of fertility injections… people… but, they give us something to write about , hey???