Wednesdays are hectic for me. There are two afternoon therapy appointments, so I have a lot of planning to do, a lot of eating on the go and a lot of praying for naps to happen right on schedule.
It puts me on edge. I’m hauling kids around and I’m cranky. I snipe at Vince when he dawdles getting in and out of the car. Edda has been in a two-week long screaming-her-head-off-for-no-apparent-reason phase. It’s really hard to keep yourself together with a two year old screaming into your ear.
Anyways, a therapist was at our house and I took Vince to the local McDonald’s so we could split some fries. (yummy!) Vince was running all over the place. I finally sat him down in front of his fries and I was enjoying my first relaxing moment of the day. It lasted about 2 seconds.
There were 3 girls (maybe 13 years old) sitting across from us and they were having a grand ol’ time. They were pelting French fries at each other. Now I’m no party pooper. A few thrown fries are OK. But then it kept going on and on and on. Fries were flying everywhere. It was getting into a baby’s pram, it was threatening schoolbooks, it was making a huge pile on the floor. The McDonald’s was crowded. No one was making them stop, everyone was annoyed.
I finally yelled at them to stop. The kids stopped promptly and then picked up their bags and left. I would have never done it in the US. I’m sure US teenagers would have flipped me the bird and yelled some obscenity.
I used to think that I would never yell at my kids in a public place. Today I’ve sunk to a new low. I’ve yelled at other people’s kids in public place. Sheeze. Never say never.