I’m a pretty calm person, but every once in a while, I lose it…
Back in 2002, I was flying from somewhere to someplace when I had this painfully long layover in Atlanta. It became even more painful as my fussy newborn evaded sleep and decided to wail instead. So I slipped into the restroom, seeking refuge in a quiet stall and began bouncing him—hoping he’d fall asleep.
I used to count the bounces, which is probably a tell-tale sign of OCD, but anyway, I would count, knowing that it usually took between two to three hundred bounces before my son succumbed to sleep. Well, on that day he broke a record, so I lost count—along with hope—before he finally fell asleep.
Balancing the baby and the luggage, I emerged from the stall with a strong yearning for a not-so-cozy airport chair. I had gone two, maybe three, strides when this child, probably three or four, leapt up and shouted “boo” at my sleeping baby. My son was not one of those babies who slept through anything, so he woke up—and started whimpering. I did not, however, lose it with the child. Instead I saved my narrowing eyes and surmounting anger for his mother, who, by the way, showed no remorse for her child’s actions.
“Excuse me,” I said in a pissy tone. “Your son just woke my baby.”
“Yeah, and what do you want me to do about it?” Then the mother grabbed her son’s hand and left me, my baby, and my disbelief in the bathroom.
Then it wasn’t the fact that her son woke my baby that angered me, but her surly comment. The thing that angers me the most in the world is parents who don’t care and who just give up on disciplining their children. Raising kids is a tough job—but it’s also the most important job we have.
Just thinking about it makes me ANGRY…so I’ll eat some ice cream and cool off!
That's it, have it in by Wednesday May 11th, use GWWE in the title and tag it ANGRY!