So its been at least a week since my last post and that is mainly due to the fact my husband had taken this past week off for vacation. I was excited to have him home but everyone knows that if you aren't planning on actually leaving to go somewhere your "stay-cation" is never really a vacation! We seemed to have a list of stuff that needed to be fixed or painted or replaced around the house and it is a great time to do it when you have small children as they can not be left alone like older kids ( unless you are a craptastic parent and don't care about their safety).
Our vacation started off a bit slow with every intention to finally get to paint the bathroom and our little girls room, but neither of those are done yet... I had envisioned us recording the 3rd episode of our Invigor8 Radio with Mr. Sky after 4 months off due to his crazy work hours, but NOPE! I have not got my computer back from the doctors.... its been 2 weeks going on 3 weeks! GAH! That means no gaming, no making art for my revamp podcast with my friend/secret co host, no catching up on my flying in Warcraft.... Nothing..... I feel like I'm living in the 80's again minus my growing collection of Garbage Pail Kids Cards >:)
We did get to go to an aquarium in Detroit with the family. It was fun until our son who just turned 2 lost his baby mind and started crying and whipping his head around attempting to club whomever was holding him. Let me tell ya, that HURTS! At one point he was behaving long enough to look into the touch pool where a man was telling everyone about the species in front of us and we were allowed to reach in a feel and hold them. There were little spiny shrimpy looking things and starfish and some other stuff I never go to see because our kids were turning into crazy kids and trying to climb the walls because all of the other kids were acting that way! All of a sudden everyone is being splashed. I had no idea it was MY SON who was the culprit! My husband had his arm around his little waste so he could lean forward and see the water creatures and just when he figured out my husband wasn't paying attention, he lifted his legs up and over the low glass wall and smashed his little feet into the touch pool sending water all over everyone and everything! I asked him what he was doing that allowed baby sun to cause the tidal wave in the touch pool and this was his reply, " I was trying to see if this thing was a real snail." LOL Alrighty then!
This was our first outing were we were in a small area that was swarming with other kids. We did not bring our stroller because I read where the aisles were small in places and it was said to be more of a pain than helpful when you are trying to navigate in and around the crowds of people. HOLY MOTHER OF WHAT!?!? HA! Next time I would prefer that than the hot mess we found ourselves in! At one point I looked over at my poor husband and he had put baby sun on his shoulders thinking that would help contain him, but it did not work. Baby sun was now using my husbands eye holes as little grippers to hold onto his daddy's head ! Mr. Sky was trying to avoid having his eyes gouged out by our son while my daughter is refusing to hold just MY hand. She wanted to hold my hand AND a strangers hand so that she could do this swinging jungle gym move she does with us every night when we are holding hands to pray. It is funny at home with my husband , it is not funny with myself and a STRANGER. So we entered this awesome bubble room where you could then turn and see these jelly fish swimming to the rhythm of the music. I'm sure they were not doing in intentionally, the music had to have been hand picked to match their motions, nonetheless it was awesome. They also had 6 larger buttons on the wall so you could hit one at a time and change the lighting to a different color and baby moon loved this. It was peaceful and quiet and we were just starting enjoy ourselves as it was no longer chaotic and resembling a sauna. I say WAS, as it was short lived! A tornado blew into our area in the form of 2 young boys who had to be around 8 or 9 years old appearing as they had just downed 4 2 liter bottles of Mountain Dew. They run up from behind me and my little girl and start bashing the buttons and while doing so end up bashing my little girls fingers. She pulled her little hand back and went to try to push another button when she saw they had stopped and then they started again. My momma bear side had enough! I deepened my voice and said, "YOU NEED TO APOLOGIZE FOR HITTING MY DAUGHTERS HAND NOW. YOU ARE BEING RUDE AND DISRESPECTFUL. GO TO YOUR MOTHER NOW." Their eyes got wide , they apologized and ran off to their mom. I saw their mother when we had entered. She was the type to just release her crazy kids into a mess of people to misbehave and get into trouble so she could stand 20 feet away and yell at them in a high pitch squeaky voice, the kind that melts your brain. One that they have heard so many times that it falls on deaf ears and they ignore and keep acting up. If you are that kind of mother just know that I hate you, OK? I just wanted to get that out there.
Those type of parents annoy the crap out of me. I see them everywhere we go! Leaning against a tree talking on the phone or sitting in their SUV smoking while they release their kids to cause chaos and hurt other kids at the park. Setting them loose in a store to roam the aisles alone knocking things off of shelves. Shrieking and yelling and adding a touch of chaos to every ones day. I continually have to stop their kids from being little jack-holes around my kids right along with the other parents. We give each other a look, a look that says, " Thank God we are on the same team, I don't think I could fend off these little brats much longer!" I'm not a shy person so it is nothing for me to say something to them or their mom, especially when it is my kids that are their victims. Nothing mean or cruel , just a firm deep voice demanding an apology for their behavior and to tell them to behave or go find their parent(s).
The other part of this that boggles my mind is that they seem to lack any concern for their kids welfare. They are trusting every person in the area to be "good" people instead of shady evil people. They must be the parents who are on the 6 o'clock news proclaiming their 3 year old has gone missing. "I just don't know where Sally could have gone! I last saw her playing in our front yard when I went to go and watch my shows on the TV and 2 hours later she was gone!" Really? Someone needs a brain transplant. I am all for letting your kid have some independence, but not when at the expense of their safety and not when they can not even talk... I always know that these children must have been sent to survive on this planet with a huge army of guardian angels because it is an absolute mystery to me how some kids survive such crappy careless parents.
If I had to play devils advocate, I would have to say that some parents are just more fairytale and live by the thought that nothing bad would ever happen to them. They might subscribe to the thought process that bad things happen to bad people or people on TV or in another city or country but not around them. I am sure a lot has to do with how we were raised, where we live, and our own personal experiences. I have always approached life with a worst case scenario outlook. I like to be prepared for the worst but hope for the best. I treat every stranger as guilty until proven innocent and I always like to practice situational awareness. Even when you watch National Geographic and they are showing a special on how tigers live, they mention that they know to hunt around water because they know that at some point every animal has to drink. They go to where they know their prey goes, the same is true for humans that are predators. They will go to areas where their prey goes. Food for thought!
At the end of they day we can only try to do our best, and although I may think some parents are totally failing in that arena, maybe that is all they can do? Maybe it's how I was raised, maybe it is because I'm a realist, maybe I've watched too much TV, or maybe just maybe I'm doing the best I can do to keep my family safe without resorting to sticking them in a bubble. HA!
At the end of they day we can only try to do our best, and although I may think some parents are totally failing in that arena, maybe that is all they can do? Maybe it's how I was raised, maybe it is because I'm a realist, maybe I've watched too much TV, or maybe just maybe I'm doing the best I can do to keep my family safe without resorting to sticking them in a bubble. HA!
Esme Out!
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