I would like to make a couple disclaimers before I write this post:
1) I am surly, bitchy, witchy, exhausted, mean, mad and every other pissed off word you can think of today. Several reasons why, nothing I am willing to share (except that half of it is hormone related), but hang in there with me.
2) I was fat for a long time. No one ever said it to my face and sometimes I wish someone had. Maybe in a nice way, maybe in a mean way, I think it would have kicked my butt into gear faster. I believe you have to be very close to someone to tell them they are overweight. I make sure my kids do not comment on people's body shape.
3) I am the first one to admit that my kids do things that are wrong. If there is a scuffle or argument, I believe my kid is the root of it, until I hear otherwise. I believe them when they tell me what happened but I do not ever think my kids are angels.
So here was my day today:
Daughter sprung a last minute trip to the pool with her friend in tow. Middle boy didn't want to go, had to make arrangements for him to stay with neighbor to play. I didn't plan to go to the pool because we have Youngest's Social Skills group here Weds afternoon and I am frantically cleaning and putting away anything I think a Mid Level Autistic kid could use as a weapon. Didn't get that done because we were at the pool, still have a day and a half to do it. Breathe...
We have been going to the pool for years and Youngest has been on his own there for two years now. He has never had an issue with ANYONE and if anything, has made more friends than I have on Facebook. He just has to come back to our towel at break. And he does.
I had to use the restroom today, and I didn't get a chance to tell him over the rushing water of the giant bucket that drops on them. I was gone for maybe 4 minutes and I come back and a mom is having a very serious conversation with my son and her two kids. I can see the look of panic on his face as he is looking around for me, but I let him deal with it on his own. I had a book to read.
At break, I asked him what happened and he hemmed and hawed and finally told me that they were calling him an "idiot". Nothing gets my ire up more than a kid being mean to any of my kids. I asked if he yelled at them and he said "no", I asked if he hit them and he said "no". He said one of the kids shoved him so hard he almost fell off the water thing and then he told the one girl she was "too wide" to go down the little slide. Here's where the real fight starts.
I know my kid, he was not making the "too wide" comment as an insult, to him, it was fact. Here's where I get nasty: the mom was grossly overweight, as were her kids. This makes me mad on so many levels, but I won't go all Michelle Obama on you. I am running out of steam. You cannot force a 150 lb fish into a 85 lb tube. It just doesn't work. It's not insult, it is physics. And I know nothing of physics.
Youngest was so upset by the exchange that I swore at that moment that if that mom came at me, I would take her out then and there at the kiddie pool. That would have been fun to watch, I am sure.
I don't think there is a moral to this story, I am too tired to be morally entertaining. This is the crap I deal with daily. Sometimes I handle it well, sometimes I tell my kids to punch people. Sometimes I want to punch people.
Have a great Monday, folks!!
Cat
:)
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