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My life is pretty dull. I play with a toddler, watch a lot of Yo Gabba Gabba and experiment with the crock pot. I have no bed time and I find humor in Laffy Taffy jokes. Conan O'Brien is my anti-drug.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Momjudging. I'm looking at you.

I just started tearing up in the middle of a not-so-crowded indoor playground in a Chicago burb. Yeah, maybe it's PMS. Maybe it's exhaustion from being 'on' nonstop for several days. Maybe it's loneliness as my husband has been out of town for a while for work. But seriously my co-moms, stop the damned judging! 

Tommy is overtired and has short legs and is hungry and can't climb as fast as his sister, and in turn is throwing random tantrums. Another one of my mom-people asked if I was going to continue neglecting my child as I let him cry by my feet.

Here's the thing: if I pick him up, he'll cry harder. If I comfort him, he will hit me or bite me. There is no logic to why he's upset, but he's pissed and overstimulated. This has no bearing on my parenting, but that doesn't mean it does t sting when remarks are slung around.

And to the mom scolding my 4 year old for, wait for it, going down a slide and almost kicking her child who was playing blindly at the bottom? Dude. Seriously? Back the eff off. 

We're all playing this game blindly. I've been parenting for 4 1/2 years now and I still don't know what the heck I'm doing. Guys, just... Chill. Be understanding. Give a sympathetic smile, not a snear. You don't know me, you don't know my kids. 

In other news, my kids had a freaking blast. They were kids, they both whined and they both laughed and ultimately, it was a great experience as always. 

And yes, I ultimately ignored those meanies.
Now off to lunch!





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