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FAIR WARNING~ I AM JUST SIMPLY RANTING ABOUT BAD PARENTING ..... THIS ENTIRE BLOG!

"Are you freakin kidding me?" That was all I could think. I bit my tongue and thought...."Kiddo, you would last about 20 seconds with me before you got your tail smacked."

You see, Tommy and I don't bargain with 2, 3, 4, 5...8,10, 12 or any number under 18... year olds anymore. It has caused a few arguments here and there and as of late, I lost a friend over it. Grocery shopping at Fry's today, with my 4 year old that has been nothing short of a smart mouth brat that has had hot oil dumped down his throat 6 times today, made me thankful for the fact that he is my brat...that and the fact that the woman behind my carts little demon child was not mine.

I am not kidding when I say that I am more than patient at the grocery store. I have to be. I am the one who does it and until recently, I always had Pudge in tow with me. I fed him through every aisle to keep him quiet. I am not ashamed to admit that I am the mom who hands over the empty yogurt containers to the checker because he ate yogurt and bananas as we shopped. I even bring spoons from home just for this. The stockers know us by name and a few play with Pudgie when he is out of the race car testing me for the morning.


Like all moms, I have my limits.

A 3 year old that is throwing candy bars at me, when it is not my child, does not get, "patient smiles," from me. No bargaining and no little, "hellos," or, "hey buddy...blah blah blah," bs that I would normally throw out there. Instead, I did what I have a certain knack for lately. I made another enemy when I reprimanded this kid, in a round a bout sort of way, to his mom.

I know.... nice going DeAnna.... but in my own defense (like I need to defend my actions to a 3 year old...)

this little guy chucked his 5th candy bar my way, smacking Pudgie square in the face. Last straw.... This was after I had been hit in the neck, boobs and thigh already...... and, I was already having one of those mornings where I was seething about a few things. The fact that this woman did not even once tell this brat to stop, smack his hands, move him so he could not grab the candy bars, or even attempt an apology for the first, second, or even the third time this kid threw these bars had tipped me over the beyond pissed off edge....

I turned to this little kid, then looked at his mom, and said,

"Once is funny, twice is a little un-nerving and the third times the charm... you see, by now, my child's ass would be bright red from the spatula I would be using on it for his being so rude at a grocery store, but maybe you think he needs to learn how to make his choices. I am not in the mood to watch your kid learn to make his choices today. I am going to suggest you move to another line before I bend down and whisper something so incredibly scary to your child, that he will choose not to sleep in his bed for a week. Now you have a great day too!"

I know that all of that popped into my head from making hot dogs over the fire with Jax, Brinkley, Haylee and Pudgie last night. They wanted to tell scary stories and it has been on my mind since last night when I kinda scared them all with some real life cop stories.....

Totally uncool for me to lose mine, but seriously... some people need a license to re-produce.

The woman moved... rather quickly too. She never did pick up the candy bars her demon was throwing, and my checker, well, she almost wet her pants laughing.

At any rate... the horrified look of, "How dare you?" was priceless today and I got over everything that had me in a yuck mood to begin with. Gotta love that, I guess!