This may seem like a rant; maybe it is, maybe not. I can’t stand "UNPROVOKED MOMMY CHAT". Yes, I said it. Just because I’m a stay-at-home mom, household engineer, what ever you choose to call it; doesn’t mean that I always like to talk about kids. If it's a mutual conversation, that's fine. Attack conversations are just not fun.
I’m sitting at my daughters’ first gymnastic class last night, alone. I purposely moved a chair away from all of the groups of women to be by myself. I actually like to watch my children participate in their activities. If I’m not watching; there’s always a book to catch up on, planning to do, or just some alone time.
Out of nowhere a mother and her toddler wandered over toward me. I tried not to engage, even with eye contact. Yes, your daughter is cute, but I’ve been trapped one too many times with this ploy. Men use dogs, and moms use kids. If I say something, that’s the free pass to chat, not going there. It had to be only 30 seconds, but I was under siege. Her daughter had started going through my purse; apparently looking for snacks and, “Rude Lady”, I will call her chewed my ear off. I heard about everything from what time her kids go to bed, wake up, ate, her taking off the baby weight, along with Christmas cookies and her mother in law. That was only around two minutes. My nerves began to act up – holy panic attack. How the hell could she keep talking when I would only occasionally shake my head? It’s true; sometimes only an ear is all they need.
Trying to escape, I picked up my cell and decided to text Sopes. If he answers me, I”ll call him and let him listen to this craziness. Yup, he answered. I dialed and just let the phone go. Not even me on the phone stopped her. At this point I’m laughing out loud because Sopes can hear that she’s offering to sell me a Jimmy Johns sandwich from her car. Seriously, to travel with food is one thing. To sell it is something entirely different! “Nope, I’m fine” is all I reply to her. Three words and, now she thinking I’m interested. Sopes laughing could actually be heard through the phone – this is what we call free entertainment.
The only thing that saved my ass was that her child’s class was over. While waiting for her daughter, “Rude Lady”, decided to stand right in front of me. Why? I’m in an area all by my lonesome, but she had to monopolize all space.
Would you speak up?