I would not consider myself a violent person by nature. However, I have very strong and deep rooted principles I can not ignore very easily so if I am pushed to the edge I will show it!
Today started off as any normal school day would. I rustled my 3 daughters out of bed at 730 AM on the dot after another restless night listening to my husband snore, pass gas, and cough all night. Then during the other hours I was trying to sleep when he wasn't making noise my 3 year old cried out in the night several times looking for me ( she is in her own room across the hall but I leave both our doors open in case there is an emergency)- if I got in a full two, uninterrupted hours of sleep last night I would be surprised
Every morning no matter if we lay clothes out the night before, my 3 year old is almost guaranteed to throw a massive temper tantrum about her wardrobe choice that day. It takes what feels like hours for her to pick out the perfect attire.
My oldest daughter had been ill the week before and had missed several days of school and was complaining that her stomach was killing her. I took her temperature and it was a perfect 98.6 so I decided that since she had missed several days of school the week before she needed to go to school, first mistake of my day.
After dropping off my older daughters at elementary school then dropping off my three year old at daycare after she threw another massive fit because I forgot to bring her juice box along with us for the ride, my phone starting ringing as I was walking out of the daycare doors and it was my boss. When my boss calls it is never with great news to tell me that she appreciates all my hard work or that I am getting a raise, it was news that our very demanding client had changed the design layout again for the 10th time that week and all of the paperwork would need to be redone again from scratch for the 10th time in the next few hours, great, just great.
In that moment I decided due to the crazy unpredictable weather we had been having lately I would run into the grocery store and grab just a few items we could not live without, this was my second mistake for the day.
I pulled into the middle of the parking lot in my gold minivan and there were PLENTY of empty parking spots as it was 830AM during the week. I opened my car door and my purse that was sitting on the passenger seat fell off my seat and I was attempting to grab it off the car floor. As my feet were reaching down to the ground I heard the loudest car honk I have ever heard and it actually startled the hell out of me so badly it caused me to jump in the air and my heart to start racing. This crazy 20 something year old woman was trying to pull in the empty spot next to me and I am guessing the extra 2 seconds that I had my car door open made her upset! She shouted something at me and quickly drove off. I could not hear what she said but I have to imagine it was not something pleasant.
In that moment, I had two choices as I saw it. I could choose either to pray for her soul that she would find patience and not honk at strangers for no reason and walk into the store as if nothing had happened or I could choose to confront her. Something inside of me and I just can't explain what it was possibly the frustration with my day so far, motherly advice that I felt obligated to share with her, I am not sure what inside of me caused my reaction but I ran across the parking lot as quickly as I could to search for he car. I saw her car right in front of the store and she was still sitting in the car with it running as she was chatting on her cell phone. In that moment, I lost my cool, I admit it. I became so angry, I was shaking and at the same time I became so jealous of her. The inside of her car was amazingly clean no car seats, no Justice clothing bills thrown everywhere, no kid homework folders, no three year old artwork papers, no empty hubba bubba wrappers etc. She was very pretty, blonde hair blue eyed I believe and her makeup and wardrobe were flawless. She had such beautiful skin no wrinkles, age spots, etc just perfect. She was laughing on her cell phone as if she had no care in the world and her biggest concern for the day was trying to figure out where to go meet her friends for drinks and dinner later that night. I was just so jealous of her in that moment because many years ago I used to look and feel that way too- I just can't explain to anyone what I was feeling or thinking.
I started banging on her window as loud as I could and at first she glanced at me and then turned the other way to continue her conversation completely ignoring me. I started banging even louder and I told her to roll down her window NOW and she did. I really tried to remain calm at first but all of my frustrations came to a boiling point with her and I started to scream at the top of my lungs and use unkind profane words at her that I have no idea where they came from. I told her she had no right to honk at me when all I was doing was trying to get out of my car and I had done nothing wrong and she had really scared me. I told her she should never honk at a mother in a minivan because she had no idea what we went through every day. I told her if I knew I wouldn't be sued I would open up a big can of whoop ass on her right there in the parking lot since she had been so inconsiderate but that because I didn't want to go to jail and because she had no clue what the real world was actually like I would compose myself. She told me I was fat and ugly and to go home a fix myself up and I told her I earned my stretch marks, tired eyes, and dull skin the hard way after 3 kids, a full time job and keeping up with my house with little help and that she better drive away now or we were going to make the evening news. Luckily she drove away or I am not sure what would have happened.
I am not sure if what I did was right or not but some people need to get a clue and be more considerate but I do believe this might have been the 3rd mistake I made that morning in confronting someone who at 22 and is seemingly perfect on the outside may never understand what a 37 year old mom is feeling on the inside on a daily basis!
By the way I got a call from the elementary school a few hours later that my oldest daughter was throwing up and needed to be picked up immediately- I guess I should not have sent her to school after all!
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