My eldest "lost" her jacket at school today. It is actually my old leather winter jacket, so it actually cost a lot of money. This is not the first time we have "lost" or had an article of clothing stolen from this school in the past two years. So far the count is: 2 jackets, 2 hoodies, 4 lunch boxes, and a lot of miscellaneous items. We have only had ONE hoodie EVER returned. Probably because I had wised up and started hand stitching my daughter's name on her clothing AND using a permanent marker on the clothes themselves.
So, today, she comes out of school with her upset face. You know the one. Where they are about to cry, but don't want to show anyone. Ugh, now what happened? She tells me that she can't find her jacket, and needs help.
My husband goes inside with her and they look for it. Can't be found, so they speak to the teacher, principal and the secretary at the school. In fact, one of them even mentioned that once it is gone - good luck. Wow. The sad part is, these students HAVE to hang their stuff outside in the hallway on hooks. It makes it easy pickings for a thief (child and/or parent). It also doesn't help that their security measures are laughable at best. Neither of these two things are usually an issue...until...someone sees something they want and it doesn't belong to them.
After about 45 minutes of searching, the jacket is still NOT found. I go home thinking about tonight's carnival at the school that the PTA is hosting. Are we going? I didn't really want to go, but since this jacket is missing..I might as well go back to the school and look around again....OR check out the other students and see if one of them was stupid enough to wear it to the event. At the very least, the kids will have fun...right? It sounds crazy, but unsurprisingly I wanted that jacket back.
We showed back up to school approximately 45 minutes early to look for the jacket before the mad rush of people were going to show up. Sadly, I immediately had to go to the bathroom (I am pregnant). So, I steered the kids towards the bathrooms and we are stopped midtracks by some 8 yr old (probably younger) fat kid wearing a black shirt and white lettering. He decided that since his mom was volunteering, that he suddenly OWNED this hallway and wanted to know why we were down there. No so fatty. We walked around him and went to the bathroom without even saying a word.
Get back down to my daughter's hallway and we see this little boy hanging around outside of my eldest's classroom carrying....MY DAUGHTER'S JACKET!!! WOAH! What a stroke of luck, right? (You'd think so...) He asked if it belonged to her, and of course we checked to make sure it did...and got the jacket back!!! I did an investigation of the jacket as the little kid scampered off. It appears that his parent could NOT remove the 3 tags stitched inside the jacket with my daughter's name permanent markered on - so they decided to "return" it under the guise of him accidentally grabbing the wrong jacket. It is very obvious that someone tried to take my daughter's name off the coat. Whatever, we got it back!
My husband did NOT go with me to the carnival. I should have enforced that he go, because it was an absolute disaster. I have no tolerance for other people's little brats, especially when they are acting like BRATS. The kids still had fun, but here are some of the things that happened:
1) This was the type of "bouncy house" carnival with only one amusement park ride. We had unlimited passes, so we could go on everything without worrying. (The principal actually let us pay $1 cheaper because he didn't have change for a $20) The very FIRST bouncy house, my kids get separated by other little brats. Apparently a group of kids decided to keep shoving my youngest (5 yrs old) into the side of the bouncing house to cut the line on the slide. So instead of just letting her take her turn, like you're supposed to do...they kept shoving her face into the PLASTIC wall or the floor. She was hysterical by the time she got down the slide finally. (I did make a comment to the attendant and tried to get the guy to help, but he did nothing. I also made a comment to some of the little snots about waiting their turn! No parents were watching them, not surprised.)
2) After much mayhem and madness of about 30-45 minutes, the attendants started enforcing waiting in line. Not only did other parents purposely try to cut these lines numerous times, but they also tried to encourage their little shits to cut the line too. While I'm sitting right there, my daughters had no less then 10 kids try to cut them in line. I made sure to make very loud comments like, "My girls were there first, you should wait your turn." "There is a line, you should go to the back of it."
3) While my daughters were finally doing the last ride (the spinning amusement park ride), that same fat little shit and his friend started pointing at my boobs and whispering VERY loudly. I heard comments like: "Look at her boobs!" /point /stare. So I stared back, hoping they would get the point. Not so, because it continued for almost the girls' entire ride until I finally snapped at them. I said, "Do you need something?" No response, just more staring. So again, "I have no problem spanking the ever living shit out of you for being a pervert." No response again and by now the ride attendant is staring at me like what the fuck. Finally the girls get off the ride and I let them know very loudly that "I am tired of dealing with other people's brats, and it's time go to home for hot chocolate." Unsurprisingly, neither of the kids' parents were around.
Yes, a little over the top..but if my husband was there - it wouldn't of happened. Mind you, I was wearing a normal blank dark blue t-shirt (it has nothing on it). It's NOT too tight, and it's not inappropriate in any way. I even went home and woke up my husband to ask if the shirt was inappropriate or if I was hanging out...Nope. No one was even standing near me, so they weren't talking about anyone else! Gross! I know that fat kid's mom was volunteering, and I probably should of said something...but I just wanted to get the fuck out of there. Even if I had said something, she'd probably feign shock and then anger that her little BAYYYBEEE could act like that with GROWN adults.
So gross. I will never attend one of these things again without a personal escort (Hubby) at the very least.
(My boobs are not THAT big. I know they can look pretty big sometimes, but I'm pregnant and that in NO WAY excuses this little pervert and his friend)
Friday, October 11, 2013
Tired Of Looking Too Young
I have said this numerous times before. I look young. Too young. I have countless stories about how random FEMALE strangers have walked up to me before and made many rude comments, verbally attacked me, or stared at me with hate. I am 29, 4'9 and 120 lbs, while 7 months pregnant (with #3). I know. I look like I'm 18, at best. (Men NEVER say, stare, or DO anything...always females around my own age) I've also been married over 11 years, at least.
I dress my age and curse like a sailor (usually when provoked). I have tried numerous hair styles and hair colors. I have tried numerous ways of wearing my make-up. None of it matters. People see what they want to see. What they see when they see me is a teenager. It will never go away! (This is not as bad as my sister who looks like she is perpetually 14.)
Before I get into my story, let me say this: I do NOT care if I will enjoy this by the time I am 50. I am NOT 50 now, and I am frankly rather tired of the reverse ageism. I have to carry about my birth certificate, AND two forms of IDs on me ALWAYS since I was 20. I am carded for everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING. I am constantly verbally attacked by strangers, thinking they can get away with it...because I'm just sooo young and don't know better...so they'd better tell me!
My husband has been told he cannot get a glass of wine at a restaurant because MY ID looked fake. I have had women come up to me lecturing me about what I named my children (all Irish/Celtic common names??). I have had women lecture me on discipline, for NO reason whatsover (my kids behave beautifully most of the time). I have had women tell me to put shoes on my newborn (DD#2), even though she couldn't walk, it was summer, and she was wearing socks. I have had people ask me if I am on welfare and what it is like being a single mother. (Eh? Never been on welfare?) I have had people tell me I am throwing my life away by having a child while I was a teenager (I was 22ish at the time and I have a degree in Criminal Justice). A male doctor even went so far as to try to convince my husband to have me "fixed" because I was just too young for the responsibility of another child (okay...I was 24). My current OB appointments are usually the same doctor, but last time a new chick doctor decided to impart her OWN wisdom onto me (because I'm too young to know better) about birth control. By the way, my favorite was when a cop once pulled me over and tried to have me arrested for driving under age?? Hence all my IDs are on me always.
Yes, I shit you not. WOMEN MY AGE, will walk up to me any time/place/event and verbally assault me for whatever injustice they perceive or to impart their wisdom onto such a young person. They think they can get away with it, because I *LOOK* like I'm a teenager. They assume it's their job to "put me in my place". But, I'm not that young. I'm usually their age, if not older, and I am REALLY tired of them making comments to me!!! Mind your business, bitches!
Okay, so at my daughters' school the line to pick up the kids is pure hell and they make everyone pick up their kids in a specified area (meaning you can't really wait in your car unless you're parking the "loop" and this is explained every school year to ALL parents). My girls tend to get confused easily, and when they don't see the car right away they go to sit in the office thinking I forgot to pick them up (my eldest has Reactive Attachment Disorder). This is why I show up to pick them up AN HOUR in advance and aim for the same spot everyday. I park in the same spot everyday, and have done this since my eldest started school here. That means, 2+ years, I have ALWAYS been in the same parking spot. (If I can't get my spot, I park in a parking spot and get out of the car to wait for them...this almost never happens.)
There I am, having my me-time. I had just finished doing my budgettng for the next paycheck and just finished talking on the phone to husband about it. I remember the time exactly, as he had an appointment at 2:30pm and that is exactly when the kids get out of school. It was 2:27 pm. 3 minutes to spare! Go me!
Not even 5 seconds after hanging up the phone with him, some middle aged bitch is rapping on my car window with her knuckles. Naturally, I thought it was important. So, I turn the car on and turn off the radio. Then, I roll the window down. While I am doing this her "rapping" turns into "pounding". The car is shaking, the glass is shaking and I'm freaking out thinking it was REALLY important. (Hey, I'm pregnant, I might of left the gas tank open or something equally stupid...right?)
I get the window down, and she starts FLIPPING out on me. I mean, full on screaming at the top of her lungs and EVERYONE is staring. She has a backpack on, she's slightly pudgey, and looks like she is my age. She also has 3 small kids with her. So, she's obviously another parent and NOT faculty. (If it was faculty asking me to move, I would gladly move. I have before, and the secretary knows I will move if asked politely)
Mind you, before this happened, I noticed a bus dropping off students after a mini-field trip. Must have been for some other grade, because my kids didn't have a field trip that day. I only noticed when I was on the phone because the bus did NOT use the bus loop. This is a loop specifically FOR buses. I was also making sure that I wasn't parked in the way...but with it so close to school being out, there was a HUGE line of cars in every which direction (including in front and behind me, I was essentially blocked in...which almost always happens). Naturally, I wasn't going to move as I was not the ONLY person parked on the red line.
Okay, so she starts flipping out about how I am parked on the "red line" and in the way of the bus (eh? bus was already gone and if I'm in the way, so are the 12 people behind me). The entire loop is a red line or teal line (not sure what teal means?). The fire hydrant is actually across and behind me, so I am not in the fire lane. I am also BARELY in the red. I am the first car parked in the red (half my car goes into the red, as I don't want to block the handicapped ramp...). I'm unsure as to why she picked ME to bang on and make a scene with. I'm also unsure as to why it was such a big deal when the bus was already long gone, and why she chose ME and ONLY ME to attack. She did NOT attack anyone else.
So, by the time she is completely making a scene and EVERYONE is staring...my youngest gets out of school and walks up to the car door. DD#2 tries to open the door, but everytime she tries to open the door...this crazy bitch keeps slamming it shut. I am progressively getting angrier, but so far have said nothing to her.
Finally, she storms off and the ONLY thing that comes out of my mouth is "good for you". She threatened my kids, told me I was a terrible parent, could have either hit my kid in the face with the door or slammed her fingers in the door, and generally made a ranting scene..... While she was walking off, she was doing this arm waving thing pointing at the entire red line (which is easily more then half the loop on BOTH sides of the road).
I'm still not sure why she ONLY attacked me. I have a feeling it's because I look really young and she expected me not to put up a fight. Sadly, at the kids' school, I usually WON'T put up a fight over something so small. I also hate the fact that I didn't even really say anything back to her.
These are my nagging thoughts afterwards:
1) She probably thought she could get away with it because I look so young, and she needed to impart her "wisdom" onto me. This is the most logical, as she even stated "GAH! Kids these days!" Bitch, we are probably the same age. My looking young does NOT give you the excuse to random attack myself, my car, and my child.
2) She was watching me and waiting until I had hung up the phone.
3) She wanted to make a scene.
4) Maybe she was attacking me because I was the very first car technically on the red line?
5) Why attack only me?
6) She could have injured my child!
7) As soon as I left (not even 30 seconds after she walked away ranting), someone else took my spot. LOL So obviously, everyone else knows this spot is okay to park in...but her. Even the school administration sees no problem with it, as I am NOT parked illegally.
8) She almost broke my window.
9) I'm parking there again tomorrow, as I always do. I'm also dragging my husband with me, as she definitely wouldn't of done that shit in front of him. He's 6'5 and 230lbs (and military!). If I see her again or if she raps on my window again, I will call the cops and ask her if she has taken he psychotic medication today.
What a crazy bitch. I really hope no one stares at me tomorrow. That was embarrassing.
God, I hate looking young.
I dress my age and curse like a sailor (usually when provoked). I have tried numerous hair styles and hair colors. I have tried numerous ways of wearing my make-up. None of it matters. People see what they want to see. What they see when they see me is a teenager. It will never go away! (This is not as bad as my sister who looks like she is perpetually 14.)
Before I get into my story, let me say this: I do NOT care if I will enjoy this by the time I am 50. I am NOT 50 now, and I am frankly rather tired of the reverse ageism. I have to carry about my birth certificate, AND two forms of IDs on me ALWAYS since I was 20. I am carded for everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING. I am constantly verbally attacked by strangers, thinking they can get away with it...because I'm just sooo young and don't know better...so they'd better tell me!
My husband has been told he cannot get a glass of wine at a restaurant because MY ID looked fake. I have had women come up to me lecturing me about what I named my children (all Irish/Celtic common names??). I have had women lecture me on discipline, for NO reason whatsover (my kids behave beautifully most of the time). I have had women tell me to put shoes on my newborn (DD#2), even though she couldn't walk, it was summer, and she was wearing socks. I have had people ask me if I am on welfare and what it is like being a single mother. (Eh? Never been on welfare?) I have had people tell me I am throwing my life away by having a child while I was a teenager (I was 22ish at the time and I have a degree in Criminal Justice). A male doctor even went so far as to try to convince my husband to have me "fixed" because I was just too young for the responsibility of another child (okay...I was 24). My current OB appointments are usually the same doctor, but last time a new chick doctor decided to impart her OWN wisdom onto me (because I'm too young to know better) about birth control. By the way, my favorite was when a cop once pulled me over and tried to have me arrested for driving under age?? Hence all my IDs are on me always.
Yes, I shit you not. WOMEN MY AGE, will walk up to me any time/place/event and verbally assault me for whatever injustice they perceive or to impart their wisdom onto such a young person. They think they can get away with it, because I *LOOK* like I'm a teenager. They assume it's their job to "put me in my place". But, I'm not that young. I'm usually their age, if not older, and I am REALLY tired of them making comments to me!!! Mind your business, bitches!
Okay, so at my daughters' school the line to pick up the kids is pure hell and they make everyone pick up their kids in a specified area (meaning you can't really wait in your car unless you're parking the "loop" and this is explained every school year to ALL parents). My girls tend to get confused easily, and when they don't see the car right away they go to sit in the office thinking I forgot to pick them up (my eldest has Reactive Attachment Disorder). This is why I show up to pick them up AN HOUR in advance and aim for the same spot everyday. I park in the same spot everyday, and have done this since my eldest started school here. That means, 2+ years, I have ALWAYS been in the same parking spot. (If I can't get my spot, I park in a parking spot and get out of the car to wait for them...this almost never happens.)
There I am, having my me-time. I had just finished doing my budgettng for the next paycheck and just finished talking on the phone to husband about it. I remember the time exactly, as he had an appointment at 2:30pm and that is exactly when the kids get out of school. It was 2:27 pm. 3 minutes to spare! Go me!
Not even 5 seconds after hanging up the phone with him, some middle aged bitch is rapping on my car window with her knuckles. Naturally, I thought it was important. So, I turn the car on and turn off the radio. Then, I roll the window down. While I am doing this her "rapping" turns into "pounding". The car is shaking, the glass is shaking and I'm freaking out thinking it was REALLY important. (Hey, I'm pregnant, I might of left the gas tank open or something equally stupid...right?)
I get the window down, and she starts FLIPPING out on me. I mean, full on screaming at the top of her lungs and EVERYONE is staring. She has a backpack on, she's slightly pudgey, and looks like she is my age. She also has 3 small kids with her. So, she's obviously another parent and NOT faculty. (If it was faculty asking me to move, I would gladly move. I have before, and the secretary knows I will move if asked politely)
Mind you, before this happened, I noticed a bus dropping off students after a mini-field trip. Must have been for some other grade, because my kids didn't have a field trip that day. I only noticed when I was on the phone because the bus did NOT use the bus loop. This is a loop specifically FOR buses. I was also making sure that I wasn't parked in the way...but with it so close to school being out, there was a HUGE line of cars in every which direction (including in front and behind me, I was essentially blocked in...which almost always happens). Naturally, I wasn't going to move as I was not the ONLY person parked on the red line.
Okay, so she starts flipping out about how I am parked on the "red line" and in the way of the bus (eh? bus was already gone and if I'm in the way, so are the 12 people behind me). The entire loop is a red line or teal line (not sure what teal means?). The fire hydrant is actually across and behind me, so I am not in the fire lane. I am also BARELY in the red. I am the first car parked in the red (half my car goes into the red, as I don't want to block the handicapped ramp...). I'm unsure as to why she picked ME to bang on and make a scene with. I'm also unsure as to why it was such a big deal when the bus was already long gone, and why she chose ME and ONLY ME to attack. She did NOT attack anyone else.
So, by the time she is completely making a scene and EVERYONE is staring...my youngest gets out of school and walks up to the car door. DD#2 tries to open the door, but everytime she tries to open the door...this crazy bitch keeps slamming it shut. I am progressively getting angrier, but so far have said nothing to her.
Finally, she storms off and the ONLY thing that comes out of my mouth is "good for you". She threatened my kids, told me I was a terrible parent, could have either hit my kid in the face with the door or slammed her fingers in the door, and generally made a ranting scene..... While she was walking off, she was doing this arm waving thing pointing at the entire red line (which is easily more then half the loop on BOTH sides of the road).
I'm still not sure why she ONLY attacked me. I have a feeling it's because I look really young and she expected me not to put up a fight. Sadly, at the kids' school, I usually WON'T put up a fight over something so small. I also hate the fact that I didn't even really say anything back to her.
These are my nagging thoughts afterwards:
1) She probably thought she could get away with it because I look so young, and she needed to impart her "wisdom" onto me. This is the most logical, as she even stated "GAH! Kids these days!" Bitch, we are probably the same age. My looking young does NOT give you the excuse to random attack myself, my car, and my child.
2) She was watching me and waiting until I had hung up the phone.
3) She wanted to make a scene.
4) Maybe she was attacking me because I was the very first car technically on the red line?
5) Why attack only me?
6) She could have injured my child!
7) As soon as I left (not even 30 seconds after she walked away ranting), someone else took my spot. LOL So obviously, everyone else knows this spot is okay to park in...but her. Even the school administration sees no problem with it, as I am NOT parked illegally.
8) She almost broke my window.
9) I'm parking there again tomorrow, as I always do. I'm also dragging my husband with me, as she definitely wouldn't of done that shit in front of him. He's 6'5 and 230lbs (and military!). If I see her again or if she raps on my window again, I will call the cops and ask her if she has taken he psychotic medication today.
What a crazy bitch. I really hope no one stares at me tomorrow. That was embarrassing.
God, I hate looking young.
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