Holiday Horror Heads
So we are at the end of week one of the school holidays. The weather has been disgusting to say the least. We've all been pretty much cooped up inside with colds and when we have left to go somewhere I am met with, "Do I have to wear my jacket?" "WHY can't I wear my thongs?" "It's not FAIR!!!" Ugh....mind you my offspring haven't been too bad. They've spent a bit of time with friends, been bowling, watched a lot of TV, played the PS2 and the computer and made piles of paper mess with their crafts and scrapbooking. Not too bad so far considering....
So today I FINALLY made it to the Post Office and whilst arguing about shoes and clothes and who gets in the car first and did we have to go and why can't I buy toys and what song is on the CD player and who looked at who with a mean face and whose breath stinks and and and......and....I grabbed two Postpaks off the shelf and made my way to the teeny bench to write addresses down while being bombarded with, "Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum can I look at the footy stuff?"
"Yes but don't touch please" I replied to them.
"Muuuuuuum Alex keeps touching."
"No I don't it's you."
"Nahhh it's not me Mum he's dobbing on me for nothing."
"Am not"
"Are so"
And I'm biting my lip as right now I'd like to knock their heads together but instead I'm trying very hard to ignore the banter.
I ask Alex to swap my envelope for the bigger one on the shelf over there as if I leave this spot, the queue of people waiting for my bench will take my place. So he goes to the shelf and pulls down not one, but a PILE of envelopes. Grrrrrr............and they're the wrong ones and Maddy is laughing at him and he's cracking at her because she's laughing and I'm just about DONE! So I ask him to come back and stand with my purse and I'm feeling like my blood pressure is about to explode and I head over, pick up the fallen envelopes and get the right ones. I say thankyou to Alex for helping me and go back to writing my addresses. When I over hear a conversation going on behind me with a younger couple.
"God you wouldn't want to smile would you?", followed by some comments about sour mothers etc. That was the woman and the man patronisingly replies with some wankish comment about how she should be kind as not everyone has so much to smile about and she replies with some comment like, "Yeah but still..." and then I realise they are talking about ME! WHAT!!!!!! The more I eavesdrop, they are talking about the incident with the envelopes and how grumpy I am.
I was so embarrassed initially. I wanted to hide but now in hindsight I want to throw a Lynette Scarvo "ARE YOU JUDGING ME?" right at them.
Excuse me? Screw YOU..I am sick, I am tired and I have spent all morning being bombarded with the endless bickering of brother and sister and constant drivel about ponies and Star Wars. I haven't had a decent sleep in weeks thanks to my snoring husband, I didn't know if there was enough money in my account to post the work off that I was posting and I've just driven the block 27 freaking times using probably $45 worth of fuel just to get a #$%^&*( car park and YOU are judging ME!!!!
Just like every other average mother in Australia I get up every morning wondering if I'll make ends meet, pick up a constant stream of dirty dishes and clothing, odd socks and pieces of rubbish. I'll be demanded on and whined at by every child I've given birth to and let's not forget by my significant other. I'll somehow manage to piss someone off inadvertently either from my immediate family, extended family, girlfriend network, workplace or total stranger. I can do that on a daily basis with little effort yet good intention.
I'll manage to feel guilty about something somewhere that isn't my fault and I'll be told by at least one family member that they don't want that for dinner. I'll forget at least one item at the supermarket and I'll be mad at myself for eating something that I shouldn't or that I didn't exercise today. I will say yes to at least one thing I mean NO to and I'll put off that something I've wanted to do for myself AGAIN! I'll forget not only something from the supermarket, but I'll also forget I was meant to be somewhere, I had to do something today or I was meant to ferry someone somewhere today. And I'll feel bad about it!
Grr......again I repeat if you are reading this Post Office rude woman - SCREW YOU! I'm doing the best I can. May you have children who leave you stretchmarked and saggy and may they be blessed with verbal diarrhea and peck you every day until your ears bleed. And my you never have a restful sleep and may other women JUDGE and berate you while you're in public. You know, in case you don't feel shitty enough about the job you're doing - BLAH!!!!! May you never think a full sentence again and may you feel like that almost equally arrogant man of yours is just like having another child.
Oh ignorance is bliss........:X







