Play Centre musings ...

An experience today has got me so riled up that it made me want to BLOG!!! OMGawd - it's been a while. Pre-baby boys it seems. Of course, it's because I have NO TIME!! Anyway, today I took the little munchkins to the playcentre up the road. We've been before, and they love it. It was nice and empty when we arrived, except for one little turd ...er, boy, and his Mum with her new little baby girl. In go my munchkins .... to the little fenced in play area, and so it begins.

Little turd ...er, boy decides to stand in the way of the ball pit. No problem, the munchkins do something else. Eventually, Spencer Sticky-Nose decides to crawl across a hump shaped thing, and this little turd ... er, boy, waits until Spencer gets to the top, and pushed him aside. Spencer shrugs it off, and goes to play with toys on the other side. Little turd ...er, boy decides that he is going to play with X toy, and Spencer decided he also wanted to play with that (of course!). There was pushing and shoving, so I picked up Spencer, and we moved over to play with trucks and ramps, etc. Well BLOW ME DOWN, if the little turd dropped his toy, and proceeded to SIT IN THE MIDDLE OF ME and Spencer and the Trucks! Sooooooooooooooooooooooo, we moved over to the X toy ....... and the little turd runs over and shoves us away from it. Sooooooooooooooooooooooo, we moved over the the trucks again ........... and he did the same thing again.

Now the Mum is sitting there watching, saying sweet FUCK ALL, watching little precious turd boy do this, I am all for sharing, if the little guy was lonely and wanted to play, but this shoving, non-toy-sharing, little A$$ was being a selfish prick of a kid.

I picked up Spencer, took Abel's hand and moved them away to the ball pit. My play date arrived, and her and I, and her little one had a lovely time, .... when he suddenly appeared again, inside a small cubby house, where my two munchkins were. Spencer came out ....... Abel was still in there, and the little turd pushed Abel to get him out. Not just once, but twice. I was right there, and said to turd boy "Stop pushing him. That's not nice". I helped Abel out and left turd kid in there. We all continued playing ...

Imagine my surprise, when I was getting the boys lunch ready, when I see her (all packed up and ready to go) walking out past me. Her little baby girl was smiling, so I said Hi to her (because I am PATHETIC with smiling kiddies). She looks at me and says:

TBM (Turd Boy Mum) : You had no right to speak to my son like you did.
MM (Munckin Mum, that's me) : errrrrr?
TBM : You growled at him
MM : errrrrrrrrrr?
TBM : You growled at him, and you are going to give him nightmares
MM : Errrrrrrrrrrrr? Pardon?
TBM : Yes, you told him DONT PUSH HIM in a growly voice. That'll give him nightmares ...
MM : Really?
TBM : Yes, and your kids need to learn to share
MM : Hahahahahahahaha, You are kidding me? Were you watching YOUR son?
TBM : Hurmphhhh
 MM : YOUR son needs to learn to share! ... and I walked away. She stood for about 5 seconds, and glared back at me, then walked off.

Now, I HATE confrontation, but have realised that with my boys, I am going to have to start mastering the art of dealing with F*#kWit Mums!

I have decided she is that Mum who never says NO, has a naughty corner, and asks Turd boy 50 times to "Please stop it" with no bloody consequences if he DOESN't stop it.

OK RANT OVER
Playing with muchkins time
Over and Out
 Growly Mum :-)