the zoo is supposed to be fun, relaxing, and a great time, woo hoo....right?
Well, most visits like that are for us
(we have one of the top 5 zoo's in the country so I kinda feel like we should out stay our welcome while we're here and we are well on our way!)
So, yesterday I had a stellar 'holly moment' - please tell me I'm not alone.
I was walking into the gated petting zoo area and Lydia started to freak out. Nothing out of the ordinary, she's almost two, she's just does that. Well, seeing as how I have another child who can't walk and was excited I just kept going, leaving Lydia in the middle of a stream of people coming in and going out of the gate, causing her to freak out even more!
Some grandma walking out shows twisted sympathy and pronounces "oh, she's so scared, don't make her go in, who's baby is this, don't make her go in" in the most assertive, guilt ridden tone of voice you could muster.
What do I say?
It would have been smart to just hide until she walked away but no, I pop up with a thank you from the bottom of my heart, "thanks for your parenting advice", yep, that's what came flying out of my mouth...a big fat thank you!
So what's the rest of the story?
30 seconds later Lydia is chasing the goats to try and pet them, not scared, just two. And the lady? Gone, unfortunately. It sure would have felt good to stick it to her. Or would it have? I'm guessing not. She is a person too and after I caught a glimpse of her grandson throwing a knock down drag out temper tantrum, I actually felt bad for her.
So, down in the books goes another Hollyism...they are getting less frequent, which is encouraging. I'm really not a mean person, just don't mess with my intelligence and you'll be ok!
I'm mean really, what is my problem...then again, what was her problem that she felt so free to offer unwarranted parenting advice!? Question of the day I guess!
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3 comments:
I have Sher moments like that too. I always feel terrible later.
Didn't you know that everybody is the expert on everything? It's a little issue called pride. I deal with it too...every day. You just have to not let your pride get the better of you. Be the bigger man/mom/whatever...
You could've just punched her.... :)
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