I was only out of the house for one hour today and my judgmental nature was on the loose big time!
First, at Target, there was a mom pushing her kid in the stroller. He was screaming, which is annoying as it is, and he was also hitting her. HITTING. His mother, the adult. What? She kept yelling at him to stop but he just kept hitting her. Hubby was laughing. I didn't think it was funny. Didn't mom figure out that this wasn't going to work out? If she wasn't going to discipline him, why didn't she just take him home? I know, I know, wait until I have my own and I'll see how it is. Whatever. In my defense, I have taken 60 kids out in public and none of them hit me or screamed at me. I took 22 3-5 year olds to a movie and a sit down restaurant a month ago with no issues, so I am always confused when I see one parent with one child and the parent can't handle it.
Next we went to Chipotle for lunch (for my GD I had a chicken bowl with no rice, very filling and doesn't raise my blood sugar!). There was a family sitting at a table with seven kids. While I am not interested in any laws regarding people's reproductive rights and how many kids they have, I still have no idea why anyone needs to have that many children. So there was strike one. Then one of the older kids was taking care of the younger kids to eat while mom sat at the table and text messaged. There were about 4 burrito bowls on the table that they were all sharing. Some of the kids were reaching in with their hands to eat the food like animals, which mom could have taught them better if she were either a) not texting or b) didn't have that many kids to begin with. Strike two. Once mom finished texting she pulled one of the children who looked to be a touch older than one year old and then WHIPPED OUT HER NIPPLE to breastfeed the kid at the table. In public. No hooter hider, no bathroom trip, straight up nipple at the table in the middle of Chipotle! While I have decided to attempt breastfeeding and am not a prude who is afraid of body parts, I still don't really care to see someone's nipples while I'm eating lunch in public. I don't know why, I just am not interested in that. Especially when the kid is old enough to say that they would like that as their side dish for lunch. Definitely strike three. They were already out, but then the whole family got up and went out to their huge, gas guzzling, earth destroying vehicle.
I used to just judge others and then move on. It's not like people don't judge me so it's fair. But now there is a little extra terror and doubt when I do that to parents because we are about to become that. I know I'll never have seven kids or show my nipples in public so I don't worry about that. But what if my kid hits me and screams at me while in the store and I am almost done shopping? That would be awful. And embarassing. On the other hand, while those sort of sympathetic thoughts cross my mind, would I really blame anyone for looking at me like what the eff are you thinking? No, I don't think I would blame anyone for that. I guess it's pointless to worry about now because we have quite a few months until we come upon the yelling, screaming, hitting, embarassing age.
Luckily, first comes the snuggly, sleepy, adorable stage. The soft skin and good smelly stage. The everyday is a miracle stage. Almost there, less than 7 weeks before a c-section would commence . . ..