At least today was a partial
improvement from yesterday ! At Game Day, the Mom Circle did the exact same
thing at the new location that they did at the old – at some signal, they all
got up and moved away, leaving me sitting there alone. This time, I got up and
joined them, but I may as well have been sitting in a refrigerator, I was that
frozen out. After yesterday’s emotional storm, this wasn’t welcome.
I also had the displeasure
of hearing a five year old – who, luckily, I’d never had the ‘pleasure’ of
meeting before – look at me and announce, “I
hate you !”. Her mother just shrugged and smiled. My mother would have
backhanded me across my head, not as a warning, but as a prelude to what was
gonna happen the minute we got home. Not that I wanted the kid to get hit, but
at least a verbal correction would have been better than a shrug. Dearest Son
would have had the rest of the day to think about why that was a poor choice of
words, because after an apology, we would have gone straight home, so he could begin work on his two to three page essay, "Why We Think Before We Speak" or "How Words Hurt", his choice. Yes, even if he was five. Even at five - and autisic - he had better manners than this little. . .person. Instead, her mother kvetched
over whether or not she kept her scarf on. Seriously, that was this mom’s
biggest concern, not her reaction to me, or that her kids were playing a noisy
game of tag inside a store that was graciously allowing us to congregate there.
Nope, she had to wear that scarf. Or ELSE. (sigh)
But, heck, that’s her kid, I
hope she remembers these fun times when the brat’s a holy terror in ten years.
If it takes that long. The rest of her little pre-terrorist cell weren’t any
nicer to Dearest Son, but at least S. and her son O. were there. Her daughter
C. pointedly ignored me too, trying to impress her friends, who kept looking
over at me, expecting some sort of reaction. They didn’t get one. I was already
ignored by all the adults, one more kid’s bad behavior wasn’t even registering.
The book I bought was good, though.
At least Dearest is
completely unaware of what I have to put up with so that he gets to have some
time with his friend O. I have no idea why I’m persona non grata with these
women, I don’t even know most of them, but I’m polite and quiet, so I know I’ve
done nothing wrong. Too bad the new place doesn’t have a mother-sized Sit And
Spin, I’d have paid for tickets for several rides on it.
Luckily, it was over soon.
Drove to a car lot we’d passed on our way to the Library for years – Dearest wanted
to take photos of the two Corvettes that have been sitting there since at least
2008. I promised to make it happen this week. Secured permission from the repair
shop’s office, and I even took a couple of him next to the cars. He’s been
happy about that all day.
Unfortunately, it was over
100° at noon, so I wore out pretty quickly. Dragged through the local grocery
store – wanted to use my freebie coupons – and we were done for the day. I
nearly was. Guzzled four glasses of ice water before I felt stable enough to
eat, and ended up getting heartburn from the other three glasses I drank.
Really should have attacked one of the sale cauliflower instead of that
leftover takeout brisket. Took an unplanned nap in my chair for nearly an hour.
By then, Beloved Hubby was
home, and he’s home tomorrow, so I don’t know when I’ll get the chance for that
‘me’ time I promised m’self. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. . .
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