Today's post has been bubbling around in my brain for a few weeks now. Only I didn't realize it was a blog post. I thought it was just something annoying me. But I'll come out with it: I can't wait to not have to deal with 75% of all moms out there. Violet is in 8th grade, just a few more years of it. At least I would assume. Those of you with kids who've graduated high school can let me know if it doesn't end as early as I think it does.
Now I have some great mom friends. Some in real life, some imaginary. There are other moms who aren't really friends, but who I like and respect and would enjoying hanging out with if the circumstances of life, the universe and everything would only permit.
Then there are the meanie moms. And the annoyingly stupid moms. And the ones who can't look up from their phone or iPad or whatever their device du jour is. And the ones who are just "too busy" to be polite, do their share, stop talking about all their stress and everything they have to do. I'm sick of all them.
One nearly ran Violet and me over in the art studio parking lot this morning. She couldn't stop talking on her phone while trying to park to wait for her kid long enough to let us cross over to the entrance. She saw us, then gunned it. Nice.
I know I shouldn't judge anyone until I've walked a mile in their shoes, but really, I wonder what on earth some of these people have going on that they are so incredibly wrapped up in themselves that they can't stop whining and trying to make their problems my problems. Trust me, I have my own problems. I haven't been able to breath this past week, I've had so much to do. Still, I manage to smile, say hello, plan Juliettes and take care of previous commitments I've made. I try to be friendly and not to complain too much, or at least spread my complaining out so no one gets it laid on them too thick. Okay, I do need to work on that.
There's a new woman at work, I really like her. She's about my age, maybe younger (or maybe I just look old these days). We were talking about the meanie moms and why do they have to be so mean. That was when I realized, just a few more years and I'll be done with it. After 13 years of them trying to one up me, out "busy"me and generally act, well mean, I won't have to do it anymore. It is one aspect of motherhood I won't miss at all.
Is that bad of me?