A few months ago I went to go stay with my mom for a week while my dad was out of town and we decided to head over to the new Target that had just opened up near her house. I think we were hunting for a crib or something for Lboy. I don’t really remember the specifics.
The parking lot was packed! Everyone and their dog was there checking the place out and right as I pull in I noticed a person reversing out of a GREAT SPOT! I mean right by the front door. No trekking with a squirming 30 lbs kid from a million miles away, just walking in like a normal person.
I turn on my signal, wait for the lady to back out of it, and then sure enough right as she backs out, this little bitch in a black jaguar whips in to the spot from right behind me and puts her car in park. I mean did she not see me sitting there?!!!! WTF?!
At which point, the Kate who was functioning on 10 hours of sleep in two nights because her kid was teething & wouldn’t sleep, an emotional Kate who had a difficult evening the night before with a friend who had something awful happen to her, just LOST IT! I laid on my horn. I saw the B roll her window down and I was ready for a fight, so I rolled my window down too.
She went to talk first and in my head I was thinking, “Oh no she isn’t. I will beat her to the first word” (head bobbing & finger snapping included.) And I said to her, “Listen lady, I’ve been sitting for 5 minutes with a crying kid waiting to pull into that parking spot. Move it.” [Insert Picture of Crazy Woman Up Above Here-that’s probably what I looked like.]
Man was I waitin’ for her to just throw it back at me, I needed her to, I was dying for her to do it. I wanted to get out 3 days worth of emotional, pent up anger and I just needed someone to hurl it at.
Only, she didn’t yell. She didn’t fight back. She actually reversed out of the spot and then APOLOGIZED in the cutest, Spanish accent you’ve ever heard. It turns out she wasn’t a little bitch in a jag, she was a mom just like me. I noticed two empty car seats in the back of her car and then realized this was probably another mom who had gotten a 10 minute break from her kids so she could go have some girl time at the new Target.
Her hair was all frizzy, she had bags under eyes, she was wearing sweats, and I realized I was staring at my reflection. I had just yelled at a person over something so small and so stupid and it looked like she was probably having the same kind of day that I had been having. And I helped make it worse.
I then shrank from my 5’10 height to about 2 inches tall. Apologized profusely back at her and told her to take the spot. Neither of us took it though, it just wasn’t worth it.
I drove my red faced, ashamed self to the back of the lot, told my mom sorry over and over again (whose eyes were BULGING out of her head.) I unloaded Lboy and made my walk of shame to the store entrance.
I saw the woman twice from a distance in the store and a better me would have gone over to her and apologized. I just was so embarrassed that I cowered in the toy section, blinking back hot, shameful tears, until my mom told me she was ready to leave.
It was awful. I never act like that. It was the pure product of a sleep deprived state that only further proved that parenting can bring out the best and the worst in you. I was mortified with myself.
Needless to say, my mom let me take a nap, probably because she knew she was going to have to live with me for the next 3 days and she didn’t want me to go insane on her over something completely ridiculous.