Dear Judgmental Whore in Safeway,
Next time you see a woman in the store pushing a cart with a screaming two year old in it, don't give her dirty looks.
Don't roll your eyes and click your tongue at them.
Don't sigh and stomp away from us as if we are omitting repulsive fumes that could burn your botox filled face off.
Don't comment to the cashier about how I should be doing something to make my child quiet.
Don't pass judgment on a woman you know nothing about.
Maybe next time you could...
Stop and say hello, talk to the screaming two year old whose face is now so swollen from freaking out that his eyes have been reduced to slits.
Ask if there is anything you can do as I struggle to keep said two year old in the cart, because he is trying for the 125th time to climb out.
Pick up the Lightening McQueen car the two year old is throwing down...repeatedly...and then crying for.
Offer me a smile, possibly a pat on the back when I cover my face because I am on the verge of blubbering myself because I cannot, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, make my child
stop.
Or...better yet....you could....
Shut up, walk away, and mind your own d*mn business.
Yeah, what a novel thought. You could walk away in your expensive shoes and silk pants suit, and drink your triple shot Starbucks Espresso in your 2010 SUV in the parking lot where I don't have to look at your ugly, restilin injected judgmental FACE while you judge my parenting skills based on the meltdown of my two year old.
Oh? You don't want to leave me alone? Well, then...
Congratulations.
You've just succeeded in passing judgment on a special needs two year old and his extremely tired, unbelievably frustrated and confused mother.
I hope you feel good about yourself. Go on with your day, be sure to drive that SUV an extra lot, so that the whole in the ozone layer above you and your 200$ highlights can grow even bigger.
In the meantime, I am going to head home and try to get my two year old, who is now doing that sniffling-bordering-on-convulsing thing all over the shoulder of my third tee shirt of the day, and try to get him to go to sleep for a total of one hour until I have to jerk him out of bed, then drive to THREE different schools, to pick of three other children, while he screams some more!Have a nice day.
Sincerely,
The sh*tty mother in Safeway who interrupted your Starbucks and deli counter sushi time.
P.S. I hope you drive off of a cliff, you worthless rich cow.
