Aug 1, 2011

An Apology

Dear Shoppers and Employees of Albertsons,

I'm sorry that you had to deal with me and my children today. Isabella didn't speak a word all day, she whined every.single.word. So by the time we hit the grocery store at 10am, I was so over her that I looked for the kid exchange aisle.

I'm sorry that I was so exhausted from a rough weekend that I ignored my kids through the store. I'm aware that I can tune them out much better than you can. I'm convinced that God gave that ability to parents so mankind would continue.

I'm also sorry that in my frustration to find yogurt that wasn't expired that I left it in a pile in the wrong spot so maybe someone will throw it away. I don't want another mom to buy expired yogurt by mistake, I've done it and it sucks.

I'm sorry to the woman who said I should give my child a carrot when Isabella whined for one since it's healthy. I'm really sorry you felt the need to parent my child for me. The half smile I gave you as I ignored your suggestion while I ignored Isabella's whines was much better than the thoughts in my head. Trust me.

I'm sorry to the cashier who offered my children a sticker and Isabella had a meltdown because she wanted a banana sticker not a pizza sticker. You were being so nice. But hey, look on the bright side, I had to go home with her.

I'm sorry to the woman who felt the need to smile at Isabella and tell her that her twin brothers were so cute. You were trying to be nice, but I'm sorry that you're too stupid to see that Molly in the blue polka dot dress is a girl. I was a little satisfied when Isabella put you in your place and she told you that Molly was her sister and Mark was her brother. My satisfaction ended when she burst into tears and cried for the next 5 minutes that Molly was a girl. Err!

This totally looks like something you would dress a boy in right?

I'm sorry to the woman at the Starbucks counter that I'm not a bad mom and I don't buy my kid coffee. Even when she asks for it at the top of her lungs in a voice that sounds like a high pitched squeal. And her meltdown after the sticker meltdown was legendary. But by then I was ignoring her and because of that you got to hear her full blown tantrum.

But my coffee was made really fast, and for that I thank you!


  1. HA HA! Oh my goodness! I loved this! SOOOOOOOOO easy to relate to. Hang in there. Bedtime IS coming!

  2. OH...I remember those days! Hang in there.

  3. So funny! I remember those days when my boys were younger. I've found I tune out the noise too. I just hate when people look at a mom with judgement. People, you were a child once too! Stopping by from the Monday Mingle hop.

  4. Oh dear!!! What a day!!! LOL at the coffee getting there fast though! I hope that bedtime went/goes smoothly!

  5. hang in there..I too feel your pain...3x! lol
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  6. Hahahaha, this is the funniest thing I've read in a while. I LOVE reading blog posts that are written like I think. Luckily for me, I had a very easy time with my daughter when she was little. I now deal with these type temper tantrums with her being a teenager. Tell me that isn't fun. Oh, you have that to look forward to. Lol. Sheeesh, I try to overlook stuff since I was once a teen girl too. Her daddy doesn't have the same patience even though I try and remind him. Isn't parenting fun? My mom tells me all the time she wishes she would have only had grandkids.

    Leah W.

  7. Bless you for your honesty! I smiled, even as I cringed and I sooooooooo remember those days!

  8. Man, I am really just hitting that point right now with my daughter (who turned 3 today!). She can be great until I take her out of her carseat at the store...
    Coming over from the Alexa blog hop :)
    Hope you follow me back.


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