Go on. I feel it.
Yesterday I took the children to the movies to see Harry Potter. Yes, all of them. The first outing I have attempted with all of the children these school holidays. It was a mistake. A big one. According to the general film going public, I am an idiot for wanting to take my children to the movies. I should get a babysitter when I want to see a film. I ruined the whole experience for one person, in her humble opinion.
Ok I get the message, mothers with babies have NO right to seek out any form of entertainment at any time of the day when another member of the public might want to.
How two babies, who occasionally let out a cry of boredom, towards the end of a 3 hour long movie could possibly ruin the whole experience for one snotty teenager is beyond me but there you have it folks.
After several comments and then that last little pearler, I let rip. I swore in a way and stuck up for myself and for my kids in a way that I am unaccustomed to. I guess the silly young thing, dressed all in black, didn’t think I would retaliate either. Such was the look of shock on her face… actually I don’t know who was more surprised, her or me.
What I wanted to do was go up to her and ask her if her father and first port of call for babysitting had up and died on her any time lately or if she had experienced anything so big in her life that gave her the right to pass judgement on me.Then I wanted to politely bless her future motherhood with a screaming toddler, no baby sitter and a rip roaring case of cabin fever but I didn’t. Instead I felt guilty.