Mad Mommy Is Mad At You

Move out of my way. Help me, please. Hold a door. Offer my kid your seat on the bus. Walk faster. Why so slow? Out of my way, I’m a mom! Yes, I have mommy rage. I don’t hide my feelings, and if you make me angry you will know it. I’ve always been honest, vocal and very straightforward. But since becoming a mom all of those qualities have escalated to a heightened state. If you see me trying to navigate a double stroller, why can’t you move out of my way? When my behind is scrunched up to the door, one foot behind me, one arm on a stroller handle, and another holding my other kid, would it kill you to just open the door and hold it? I mean, you are standing right there. What happened to common courtesy? And if I get to a movie early to get a good seat, and you come strolling in as the previews are rolling, and you sit down, all 6 feet of you, in front of my kid, would you mind moving before I have to angrily ask you to? If you work in a store, hurry up. I don’t always have time for small talk … especially when I’m with my kids. And I certainly don’t have time to wait while you are on your e-mail. I won’t be shy about letting you know.The comments on this rant are kinda fantastic.
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