Other kids and husbands

Yesterday, I took advantage of a free library program (over 6k in taxes a year so not sure how "free" this was) that catered to toddlers and we sang songs, danced and did a art project. It was fun, I met some moms, and Meg was kept busy for an hour.

Afterwards, we all headed into the children's section of the library where the kids played.

This is where I encountered Paul.

Paul was a little boy, about Meg's age, only he didn't speak as well and he was ugly. He had a big head and his mom was yapping away while he was hoarding the toys saying "mine" and not sharing one bit.

Mary, another mom who had the sweetest little boy with blond hair and piercing blue eyes, and I spent most of our time trying to coax the toys out of Paul's hands to give to the other children, namely our own.

Finally, I had to leave because I felt that all too familiar feeling that comes with pregnancy. Your blood pressure begins to rise, you can feel the adreline rushing through your veins and in my head I had the scenario worked out, I would GRAB the toys out of Paul's hands, give them to all the kids, smack him and say "you are an ugly and mean boy and get lost". Thankfully, I controlled myself and Mary and I just gave each other looks like "UGHHHHHHHHH". Makes me feel good that my daughter shares and is nice to other kids. At one point his yappy mom did look over and give a "now share the toys Paul" but she must have known as the kid was sitting there arms around everything just saying "mine mine" not even playing with them! What a little brat.

Later that day, I contemplated physically hurting my husband. My choice of weapon was a new heavy duty frying pan, and method was "over his ugly little head". I am not sure if this is an "I hate men" thing or a pregnancy hormone thing, but I couldn't help but think back to my college days where I remember hearing something about PMS once being used as a legal defense to get a woman out of a trial where she killed and/or mamed her husband.

Surely, if PMS was used, then a "late-in-the-pregnancy in the heat of July, stuck at home with a toddler, not sleeping at nights and having someone pound on your bladder" defense must have been used as well.

I am off to do research.

J

Comments

[Theresa]

You crack me up!