To All the People That Write Me Hate Mail

Thank you for entertaining me. I will never write you back privately, but I appreciate you πŸ˜‰ So, here is a special post for you guys!

To the breastfeeding haters-

I have no idea why you’re writing me telling me you’re happy with your bottle feeding choice. That is great. I’m happy for you. I don’t want people to judge me for breastfeeding and I don’t want people to judge you. We’re on the same team.

To the people that claim to be anti-adoption-

Thank you for spending your time writing to someone who already adopted, giving them absolutely no useful advice, but just to vent and tell them how much you hate adoption. I hope it is therapeutic for you. (P.S. my online psychiatry fee is per word)

To the people who have their children in public school-

I would really like to know what I’ve said that gave you the impression that because I am planning on homeschooling… I think you are an “evil neglectful mother”??- hmmm, I have many more friends that have their kids in “regular” school, than are home-schooled, and I believe they are making the right choice for their child. Just like I feel like I am for mine. So please, stop…stop at least until my kids are 45, unmarried, and living as klingons. Then you can say, “I told you so.” Until then, please quiet yourself.

To all the racist people that write to me-

I have a particular finger I’d like to show you….

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What a Jerk….

I had a run-in with another rude mom at the park. I pushed the boys on the “baby swings” for probably 3 minutes, tops. It was hot out and I was slowing them down to get off when a rude mom came up loudly walking with her kids and said (for my benefit) to her daughter, “YOU CAN’T GO ON THOSE SWINGS, THERE ARE REALLY BIG BOYS ON THEM RIGHT NOW, THEY ARE WAY TOO BIG TO BE ON THEM!”

I shot her an “are you kidding me?” look and she just glared back. We were getting off of them as she was walking up, but I thought for a moment of staying on just to bug her. I didn’t, I don’t want to be that person.

So, we got off. I was sitting down and a woman and I were chatting. Turns out this woman was from the same area in Ghana I spent time in…AND she was rude mom’s nanny! I technically did nothing wrong but give her a funny look, so rude mom had no ammo against me as I chatted with her nanny for about an hour. The mom sat there and was mean and uncomfortable and wouldn’t share her toys with my boys. Funny enough, the daughter that rude lady was loudly telling that BOTH of my kids were way too big for the swing she wanted to put her in, was older than Aram….

Okay, so what is the deal with all the swing nazis at the park? Is it just my park? It’s not like we’re on them for very long…my kids get bored about 2 minutes into swinging. Aram isn’t really big enough for the big swing yet (he’s fallen off, I blame my uncoordinated genes for that) and right now Samuel wants to do all the same things as Aram, plus, the swing makes him feel secure. It’s none of that lady’s business where my kids go. Heck, if I wanted to go in the swing that is none of her business.

Luckily for us, an Australian man with his two kids came and played with us and he was talking about all the assholes at the park. Glad I’m not the only one that thinks it. I would switch parks, but it is my favorite layout, and the boys love it, too. Darn….guess we’re going to just have to get some thick skin and learn to really tune out people completely there.