I usually try really hard not to judge other parents, because now that I am one I know how difficult it can be. But … I judge. Most of the time it’s warranted.


I was at a wedding this weekend and right in the middle of the vows, someone’s kid started SCREAMING. They were sitting in the back, so the mom could have immediately taken him out. But no. She let it go on. And on. AND ON.


For awhile I sat there thinking “Why won’t that woman take the kid out?” And as it got progressively worse, I did the turn-and-stare. Meaning, I turned all the way around in my pew, re-adjusted my strapless bra,  and gave that woman The Eye. I felt like one of those 60-year-old biddies with a hat and an attitude. Maybe I will be one, in 30 more years. Perhaps this was a foreshadowing of what is to come. The future me.


Anyway, my stare, along with everyone else’s, did absolutely nothing. The vows were nearly over by the time that idiot finally took her son out of the sanctuary. I talked about her for an adequate amount of time after the ceremony was over, but I clearly am not over it because I felt compelled to blog about it.


I think it’s so selfish when people let their kids ruin someone else’s day. I know that kids are kids, and sometimes you can’t help their moods, but you CAN remove them from the situation to spare everyone else. Why doesn’t everyone do this? It’s not that hard!


I would HATE to be the mom that was blogged about by a complete stranger because I let my kid run wild. Talk about my bitchiness if you must, but not my parenting.