I was pretty feisty, tonight after practice, on the playground. Some annoying little kid kept trying to push E off the equipment. I didn't even make a nice voice, like any good mother would, when I said "Hey, hey kid, don't push him! Don't push him! Where is your mom?..."
Then later, when some lady next to me kept shooing E away from climbing up the slide, I finally trotted him away saying out loud "Come on E, she's freaking out..."
I heard her say from afar "I'm not freaking out"
It was not my best moment, and I felt instantly sorry and embarrassed...
Clearly I had a bowl of fiesties this morning. I'd like to blame it on hormones and call it good, but I know that that is really no excuse.
Sorry innocent mother-at-the-park. I was rude.
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Oh how I want, so much, to be a better woman than I am!
2 comments:
Oh Deborah, how I miss you... Go easy on yourself -- everyone has a feisty day here and there. I too wish I were a better woman than I am! I promise you will have a day soon that you will feel that you've done okay in that department. You know -- back and forth, up and down...
You GO! I often want to say things like that, or worse, to those "Mothers in the park." Strike one for our side...Die Die Die!!!!!!
This goes along with my desire to put a rocket or ray gun built into the steering wheel of the car to punish all the those drvers that "BUG" me.
Whooo, your blog is so Therapeutic.
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