I try not to be a judgmental cow. I know that for every person I judge it's going to come back at me tenfold. I know that when I judge other people, I'm only learning how to be harder on myself. I know that I'm not even in the same solar system as perfect. But once in a while I forget.
Lovebug and I had an exciting day while Ironflower was at school. First, we met the oldest child I have ever seen with a pacifier. She tried to take the swing Lovebug was standing by as he waited for me to catch up and put him in. The girl was coaxed away by her mother, but I couldn't help but notice the large purple thing stuck in her mouth. She pushed it to the side of her mouth when she spoke, like a smoking waitress in a dive bar. Her mother told me that she would be five soon. Now, I'm all about comforting objects, but does an almost five year old need a pacifier while playing at the park?
As I followed Lovebug around the playground, I began to understand why the moms in the cute shoes congregate at the benches. I wore semi-cute black leather woven sandals with (small) heels today. The atmosphere at the preschool must be getting to me. Anyway, as I played with Lovebug, I got so much mulch stuck in my shoes I might as well have been barefoot. And I had to take them off to climb. It was almost dangerous. No wonder those women sit on the benches and let their kids run wild. How could they possible move around without getting mulch stuck in their Jimmy Choo's?
Next we went to the grocery store. I parked in one of the "mothers with infants" spots. I felt a bit guilty, but they were all open and Lovebug is a lot more unwieldy than an infant. Since he usually has to be carried in a parking lot and since carrying him and pushing a grocery cart is a challenge, I didn't feel too bad. I felt even better as I loaded up the groceries and a big, black SUV pulled up next to us. In another "mothers with infants" spot. (For the record, I think it should say "parents with infants" )A man and his daughter got out. I don't know how old she was, but since she managed to open her own door and look both ways before entering the parking lot I'm going to guess far older than Lovebug's eighteen months. Apparently the laws that protect handicapped spots don't apply to infant spots. I wonder why not?
Anyone else got any snotty comments to report? Anyone think I'm being especially bitchy, or am I justified?
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