So here’s the thing. I may or may not have written a post about how it’s really not very nice to judge other mums. “We’re all just trying our best”, I sweetly offered up. It was supposed to be a cool salve to the burning cheeks of mortified mothers holding tantruming toddlers in grocery stores everywhere. That article may or may not have prompted a few discussions about how we can all help each other out. Give mums a break, and all. Lovely people responded with lovely comments, and I was SO proud of all of us mums… lifting each other up, loving ourselves for our flaws…
I have a confession to make.
Sometimes I think REALLY TERRIBLE THINGS about other mums. Mean, spiteful, hateful, “I hope your future baby has colic and you end up wearing schleppy mum clothes and driving carpool with cheerios stuck to the bottom of your slippers” type of thoughts. There. I said it.
I’m so sorry. I do feel strongly about not judging other mums. I do think that we should shower each other in flowery goodness.
Most of the time. Except for right this moment.
How ’bout I just go for it, and hope that you don’t hate me in the morning?
Today Max and I were
squabbling enjoying lunch together at the local coffee shop. A pregnant woman (who looked very cute in her trendy maternity clothes) was quietly sipping her decaf latte, enjoying her time by herself, when Max decided to climb on the back of the booth and reach over to the light switch. And turn the lights off in the entire cafe. Repeatedly. Until I hissed “If you turn the lights off again we WILL LEAVE. Do you understand?? I am NOT kidding.” And she glared at me. And did one of those “quiet clucks” with her mouth. Clearly her imaginary mothering was WAY better than mine. Until I pathetically offered up my very best developmentally-appropriate Mummy response of ”Max honey, we need to leave the lights on so that our friends in the cafe can see. They need to see to eat their lunch sweetie.” And I packed up our food to go, and we walked ran out the door as she pretended not to watch us. So here’s a few hints for you Peaceful Decaf Pregnant Lady: