There is a particular mom that is there everyday at the park. I've talked to this mom every day after school since the beginning of the school year, so most people would consider her a friend, but she's seriously a pain-in-my-ass. I dread our daily chats. We'll call her Momo (short for moron.) I know, mean, but seriously...it's fitting.
So, Momo, sees the boys "battling" all the time and knows that I'm keeping an eye on things and making sure it's all good, but she often points out "they're playing really rough, you need to make them stop." Assuming she doesn't see my eyes roll behind my sunglasses I respond "they're all good...just boys being boys. If somebody is hurt or wants to stop, you'll know, they'll call time or scream." I swear, not two minutes later it's the same thing again. *ugh* I just learn to ignore and let the kids play, don't let her trying to tell me how to parent my child bother me...easy going...go-with-the-flow.
A day or two later. At the park, watching the kids play, Momo brings up homeless people and how she's annoyed by them. She just can't understand why they're begging, blah, blah, blah. A couple other parents are listening by default and/or chiming in. I ignore for the most part but get so tired of hearing how these people annoy her and blah, blah, blah, I decide to shut her down. "If I see somebody that I know is in need, I try to help. If it's a meal I can buy them or a few dollars I can give them, I do what I can. I don't care if they buy beer or cigarettes, if that's what gets them through their day, I'm glad I could help." Crickets chirping. Finally, she stopped talking.
My tolerance is slowly decreasing for Momo. It wasn't much to begin with, but I can be nice, after all, that is what we have taught GQ...you don't have to like everybody but you do need to treat them nicely. So, I'm nice. It's just extra-hard to be nice to somebody that is so intolerant of people's differences.
The day after the homeless discussion at the park seems uneventful.
I know this is getting long, but I'm just trying to give you a good picture of what I deal with on a daily basis and why I so dread our interactions. I could go on and on with daily updates, but I won't bore you with all the details and I'll wrap this up soon, I promise. But, can you see my tolerance for Momo lessening each day?
So we're at the park today and there is a little girl that comes to the park every day with her brother. This little girl doesn't have a parent there and she sort of flounders around until her brother is ready to walk home. And every day this little girl asks me for snacks or asks GQ to share his snack and every day GQ shares if she hits him up before he devours it. I've told GQ it's nice for him to share but he doesn't have to share all the time, it's his snack. I bring a granola bar, so it's not like he's holding a family-sized bag of chips, it's not unreasonable for him to say no. Today this little girl came over to GQ and before she could ask he said "I don't have a snack and don't ask my mom for one." (he could have added a please, but it wasn't a snotty tone) She immediately walks over to me and asks for a snack and while she's asking for a snack Momo tells my child "don't be mean."
There is a moment of silence on my part and then she gets a glare from me as I think to myself did she really just tell my child not to be mean? After she complains to me all the time about this girl always begging for food from me? After she calls children's services on these kid's mom because they're at the park on their own every day? After her own daughter comes over to me every day, too, and says "I'm sooooo hungry" and I either ask GQ to share a snack or have an extra with me? After she's told her own daughter that some little girls were "poopy heads"? After I watched her son get up in another little boys face and say "I'm not sharing, I've been sharing a lot this month and I'm tired of it, I'm not sharing with you." and she said absolutely nothing to him to correct that? Are you freaking kidding me?
I totally didn't say anything to her. I got home, stewed on it and about imploded. How dare you tell my child "don't be mean" while I am right there and can handle the situation, if it were even a situation. There was nothing to be handled. GQ took care of it and the manner he did it in was perfectly acceptable. I can't believe I didn't say anything to her. *GAH* I'm so mad at myself. I hate to be confrontational but I hate (and I really dislike using that word) but I hate when somebody tries to parent my child when I'm right there. I knew what was going on and I was good with it. Sometimes I so hate (there it is again) being so easy going and go-with-the-flow. I feel like my not responding makes her feel like she's OK stepping in to say dumb things. Totally not going to let that happen again. And If I don't feel like I shut her up, I'll sick GQ on her and he can tell her to shut the hell up. (He would totally love it if I let him tell somebody that.) My mom will be completely mortified reading that. Sorry mom. ;)