There are a lot of things that make me go WTF pretty much everyday. One of the reasons why we no longer have a television is that the news – those ads for Viagra and drugs for depression – makes me have way too many WTF?! moments.
The news only worries the mom in me. It makes me worry about things I never worried about before having kids like: the future. The state of our planet. What will our children’s world look like in 25 years? Why is our culture so obsessed with the vacuous Kardashians? What if the N. Koreans or the Iranians get their hands on nuclear warheads? Why we can’t all just get along? and so on.
I still have access to news via the Internet so I tend to get a lot of WTF’s?! from Yahoo news, especially in the category of crime. For some reason even though it horrifies me, I am compelled to read crime stories. Maybe it’s the mom in me trying to keep an eye on all the bad things that can possibly happen out there. Lately there have been a lot of bad things in the news.
Here’s my list of things that make me go WTF?!:
1. Moms who drag tired tots through malls, ignoring the toddler’s cries so they can browse. I can’t stand it. This bothers me so much I generally have to leave the store.
Also, Shopper Mom, when your tired child has had enough and is crying hard in a store, it has an effect on the rest of us because the public is a kind of tribe, and we can’t relax until we know you are tending to your child. But – you’re ignoring your child so you can shop! WTF?!
2. Tribal ear piercings on suburban American youth. When I see those horrible earlobe holes big enough to shove a football through, I think to myself – unless you are a rock star, or a Pygmy tribesman, how will you ever find gainful employment? WTF?!
3. The recent stories of cannibalism in the news. WTF?!!! Since the face eating thing all went down last week, I cannot get the gruesome face-eater out of my mind. The parent in me is so frightened of “Bath Salts,” the new drug that makes people do things that are beyond our definition of horrible, like that cross-dressing pigmy goat killer.
I am not a drug taker or advocate but whatever happened to good old fashioned drugs, like pot? These Bath Salts are a cocktail drug of meth, PCP, LSD, rat poison, 409 cleaner, bat-shit crazy, and voodoo or something. They make otherwise sane people do psycho things, like eat people’s faces off, that really worry the parent in me. WTF?!
4. When my husband empties the dishwasher and feels the need to announce it to the entire family. WTF?!
5. Two stories in the news of parents accidentally killing their children last week. One was a mom of four who came home drunk after drinking a fifth of vodka and slept with her 3-week-old son, asphyxiating him. The dad had warned her not to co-sleep with her newborn because he saw that she was drunk (but why didn’t he take the baby from her if she was that intoxicated? I think he may have had to go to work but I’m not sure). The other was a mom of five who backed her SUV out of her garage without seeing that her five children were out there playing. She severely injured two of her kids, and her eight-year-old died. This sad accident just horrified me – apparently she stepped on the gas peddle thinking it was the brake.
6. A WTF?! story from last week:
On the last day of school a dad I don’t know dropped a tot off in the carline. The tot was sobbing because she didn’t have any shoes on. So poor Mrs. K-, the carline lady, had to console her and help her out of the car. As the dad drove off I heard Mrs. K- ask her, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” and the little girl said she didn’t have her shoes on. So Mrs. K- shouted after the car that was driving away, “Where are her shoes?” The dad shouted, “In the bag!” while speeding off in his gold minivan.
Enter Judgey-pants Me, as usual. I am a total busy-body and cannot for the life of me keep my judgey-pants opinions to myself. It’s a flaw, I know. So here it was the last day of school and I see this dad practically dump his hysterical child at the carline lady and he didn’t even have the time to help her put her shoes on? And poor Mrs. K- had to find out where the girl’s shoes are. So…
I looked at him. Oh yes, I did. I gave that man the stink-eye. Luckily I had my big bug sunglasses on so he couldn’t see the look in my eyes but he could probably see my head turn as I walked in the sunshine back to my car staring at him, dumbfounded. He looked back at me while speeding off.
I was thinking: “What a rude person you are.”
Note: For all I know, he was an ER doctor in a hurry to save a life at the nearest ER. Or maybe he had IBS and had to rush to the nearest port-a-potty. I have no idea why he dumped his hysterical child at carline without any shoes on and yes, I do understand that it’s none of my beeswax. Somebody stop me!
As I drove out of the parking lot I was thinking about how rude some parents are, in general, to people they perceive as “the help” – to their children’s teachers, and to the teacher’s assistants who are there everyday at the carline to greet their children. This is a total WTF?! for me because the way I see it – these people are there to help nurture my children so I’m going to try my best to do things like be nice to them and get to know them and at least make sure if I have to dump a hysterical child who wants to be wearing shoes at the carline, that she is wearing shoes.
So I get into my car and drive out of the parking lot and onto the road. The car coming towards me in the opposite direction is a gold minivan with what looked like a carbon copy of the mad dad in it, only he had his arm fully outstretched out the car window and was flipping the bird, right at me. Now, I can be an awful driver at times but I hadn’t even had the time to begin to drive like an asshole, so my driving could not have been the impetus for Flippy the Bird. And there were no other cars on the road: just me. So either it is a big, huge coincidence, or it was the mad dad who was irked by the look I gave him after seeing him deposit his child at the school.
I will never know.
That would be a pretty big coincidence.
But seriously, if it was a dad: WTF?! My kids attend a small, alternative, AMI Montessori school, and as far as I’m concerned – stereotypically, Montessori parents do not flip the bird at one another. So maybe it was a fluke, another mad dad in another gold minivan? Hmm…
I see it as the Universe flipping me a gigantic, well-deserved end-of-the-school-year bird as a karmic reminder to STOP JUDGING OTHER PARENTS SO HARSHLY already. But will I stop? Probably not. I think all parents judge other parents, secretly in our minds. And I think although I’d like to stop, I’m not sure that it’s even possible.
Anyway, since number 6 was such a long one, it’s also standing in for 7, 8, 9 and 10. And there you have my list of 10!
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