I don't know about all of you, all 2 of you that probably read this.. but I have this little thing I like to call personal space. When people get into my personal space I get aggravated and when people get into my children's personal space I get angry. Well.. it's story time children so grab a poptart and sit down for a bit. Here's the story. On Saturday Nick and I got the kids up early and we went to the Covered Bridge Festival.. We had doughnuts in the car and got there early and had a really good time.. at first. We ate our corn fritters and walked around and looked at all the little crafts and such. Well..after that we decided to check out some other towns... each town was entirely too packed that we didn't even bother going because Liam is really not into crowds and Nick was way to frustrated to deal with it either. I was really sad because I had envisioned this really fun day and it turned out to be sooo bad.
We decided to head home and stopped in Terre Haute for dinner where Chaya spilled her drink all over me.. (figures) and after that we decided to go to the mall. My little girl LOVES malls.. anyway, in Terre Haute the have a little indoor play area at the mall, we get there and Chaya is playing and then I decide to let Liam get down and play because we were the only ones there. Well about two minutes into it two other parents show up with their two kids. The dad vanishes and the mom is left with the kids. The first kid goes over to Chaya and basically tries to pick her up and pretty much spits on her, then the other kid comes up to Liam and spits on him and starts hitting him on the head. I had to physically stop the kid from hurting Liam..because his mother stood there and did nothing..
And if you think thats the worst part... no...it's not... then momma...who is wearing a dumb Jesus loves you t-shirt that totally cheapens the Gospel... Jesus didn't die on the cross so you could wear your little "Jesus is my number one frined on myspace" t-shirt.. starts talking to me..and talking and talking and sitting WAY to close to me. She tells me all about her two kids, every health problem they have, her dad--who is dead--couldn't find a casket big enough for him--how she teaches Sunday school so she is good with kids..She then tries to TAKE Liam..she tries to get him to come to her saying "you know you want me to hold you!" and my poor little Liam is squeezing my shirt with all his strength. Then..I see her oldest kid who is five picking on Chaya, he is spitting in her face and trying to drag her around...so I get up and hand Liam to Nick so this lady will back off and I can go take care of Chaya..I get the kid away from Chaya, then... we let Liam down again because we think things have calmed down..then this woman encourages her five year old to chase my 11 month old...and then he spits again! Then Nick and I are sitting next to each other and I kid you not there is less than a foot between us and the end of the bench so she comes and sits next to me and won't shut up. Then the five year old picks on my little girl again and we leave...but not before another person brings their little girl in who was probably a year old and the boys won't leave her alone and the dad had to physically stop the kids from hurting his little girl while the mom just stands there talking.
moral of the story...shut up and watch your kids. It's really not that hard.... if you aren't willing to be responsible for your children then don't bring them out in public. Seriously...this woman and her children should be locked in a cage.
that's my two cents on that...
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