The Queen's Rambles

Grrrrr! I’m cranky again! Big surprise!

We went to the playground today and saw a ton of people we knew. One lady brought her old man cousin along. The first thing he asked me: “Are you having twins?”

I’ve heard of people getting comments like that before, but it’s never happened to me. I never understood just how upsetting it could be. I wanted to punch him in the face. For the record, never never never never ask a pregnant woman if she’s having twins. Stupid men.

Then we ran into the most obnoxious woman I’ve ever met. Seriously. I have dealt with her on many occasions and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her act like a normal, nice, reasonable adult. I think the last time I wrote about her I was telling you about her grabbing her kid and whaling on him at the playground after threatening to leave for an hour.

Anyway, her son is a total brat. He comes by it honestly. His mother thinks she owns the world, so why wouldn’t her son think the same thing?

Erik climbed up in the handicap swing and was twisting himself around since I refused to push him. I refuse to move these days unless it is 100% necessary.

Erik has a good memory and remembered that the last time he met this kid, the kid was really mean and kept hitting him with a stick. The kid came up and tried to push Erik. Erik asked him to stop. He kept asking him to stop. He turned around in his seat and started swatting at him when the kid wouldn’t leave him alone. He probably shouldn’t have done that, but at some point you’d think the kid would get the message and leave. I probably should have intervened at that point, but I thought the kid would take the hint.

Suddenly I hear “Look! Carrie is sitting over on her ass while her son HITS MY KID!” Then she started screaming at Erik to stop. He wasn’t hitting him. He was swatting at him to get him away. Whatever.

Then the kid walked around and started slapping Erik in the face.

You can bet Mama Bear forgot about round ligament pains, cervix pains, and my waddle. She came over too and started saying to her son “Oh you poor thing, let’s go somewhere away from the mean boy. He’s a mean, mean boy who won’t play with you.” I can’t even remember what I said, but it wasn’t very nice.

Erik was really confused since in his mind he’d done nothing wrong. He’d asked the kid to leave him alone. The kid refused. He’d defended himself then the kid started whaling on him.

Not that he should have ever hit him, but he does find it confusing when he asks someone to stop doing something and they refuse. We make a big deal out of respecting people’s wishes to be left alone. If we are tickling him or something and he says “stop” we stop immediately, even if he really wants us to keep doing it. I think it is very, very important to teach that sort of respect about our bodies and our wishes.

Then the bitch went back over to her picnic table and I kept hearing “Carrie blah blah blah Carrie blah blah blah.” I don’t know what she was saying, but I was pissed. I decided I better just sit down and stew in my own juices because getting into a confrontation wouldn’t do me or the baby any good. She was actually with two people I know from MOMS Club so no telling what they were saying. I did hear her say that she is moving out of town next Friday so I hope I never run into her again. As I said on FB, I wanted to kick her in the face. I doubt I could have mustered up the energy to kick her in the shin, but it still kind of makes me upset to my stomach when I think about the whole deal. I hope typing it all out makes me feel better because I could really use some sleep tonight.

It’s not that I think Erik is an angel. I know he isn’t. Just in this particular case I don’t think he was over the top wrong. About a half hour before this incident happened I had to charge across the playground like an angry rhinoceros, yelling at the child because he took a toy away from a toddler. I really hate feeling like an angry rhinoceros.

In other news, the Zyrtec might already be working. His eyes were looking a lot better today. It might also be because we spent a lot less time outside the past two days. I am trying to keep him in for his eyes and I just don’t have the energy to take him out, so I guess it works out. I hate to miss out on these beautiful spring days, though!

At least my mom will be here tomorrow so she can start taking him outside. Life is going to be so much easier once she gets here. I’m so glad I have a helpful mom. On my birth boards, I read all these people complaining about their mothers and trying to keep their mothers away from their homes when they have their babies. I’m very lucky to have her and very lucky she is able to stay a month.

I just hope this baby stays in until tomorrow evening! I’ve had a few walloping contractions this evening. Nothing steady, but enough to take my breath away and start to concern me a tiny bit. I never had anything like that with Erik.