Something threw my whole day out of whack today. Normally I can huff about something and move on, but this is truly haunting me.
I was taking my kids to the mall to pick up some new clothes, mainly for Rhett & Chloë, who are growing like weeds. We got on the bus and I stood in the stroller space, across from a young mom standing with a stroller, who had her 6 or 7 year old daughter perched on the lifted seat up against the window.
That alone bothers me. It's kind of scary if you're as paranoid a mother as I am. I didn't realize how much more terrified I was going to be once this abomination opened her mouth.
She looked about 17, dressed like many other teenagers. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, too much makeup, tights worn as pants, ballet flats, etc. Her daughter looked a bit... "gangsta." She was speaking to another teenager who was apparently not the father of any of her children. From the conversation I had no choice but to hear, she had at least 3 kids, and even used the term "my baby daddy!"
They were speaking obnoxiously loud about the drugs they do, the crimes and violent acts they commit, the people they know and the drama they're involved with. The first thing that caught my attention was the terrible grammar and language used. The second thing was when she told her child that she looked like she had "dipped her face in a big ol' pile 'a coke" (She had dusty residue from the jawbreaker she was chomping on on her chin.)
She went on to say "All my babies is brown 'cept one but I ain't never slept with no white guy never, he just came out white. It's crazy!" (She was white, herself, by the way.) It gets better! She speculated that "I don't hang out with any white people. By, like.. 2015... There will be no white people left earth. I'm serious! I don't know anyone with kids that's all white." (My 3 super white Irish Canadian kids were sitting 3 feet away from her, but whatever...) She started another anecdote with "A few years ago, when I was like 13---"
The language she was using so loudly was something I would have preferred my children not to hear, but there was no point in asking her to tone it down if she did not care for her own kid's sake. I can also admit that in times of stress I have been known to drop a few bombs in the presence of tiny ears. Her and her friend began to talk about their upbringings and discipline and lack of. Apparently the boy's mother used corporeal punishment (It didn't work, lady!) and the girl said "If my mom beat me I never woulda been like this. I woulda been
so good!" ... Her daughter chimed in... ""IMMA TROUBLE MAKA, YO. I don't care if I be gettin' beat or not. It don't stop me. I get sent to the office like SOOO many times. I'm always in trouble" To which the "mother" just smirked.
They went on to talk about some father winning custody of his kid despite the fact that he's a drug addict, because the mother, another friend of theirs, has been known to take the child to hotels to witness her prostituting herself. Also something about driving a car naked with her daughter in it.
I can't even begin to wrap my head around this. There was so much more but I had to try my damnedest to tune it out because it made me want to scream. They listed a lot of acquaintances, and I bet each one of those names were
people just like them! These trashy, super trashy people, several with children of their own. I knew kids these days were pretty stupid, but to this extent? Wow. Mind numbing. I seriously wanted to bleach my brain after getting off of the bus. Even scarier is the thought that my children will be in school with these mini hoodlums, especially my son Rhett- who at this point is completely non-verbal. These little pieces of shit will terrorize him and he won't be able to tell anyone that he needs help.
And if you're reading this, girl from the bus... Please get your shit together! Educate yourself. Realize that if you wanted to continue being a little girl you should have put your children up for adoption. It's time to grow up now. They deserve better and you're destroying their chances at living a productive life.
Fuck.
-H.Cat
PS: We shopped at H&M and Spencer Gifts, where I got pink silicone tunnels to stretch my ears to 5/8s (which I did, easily... BUT stretching with silicone is extremely dangerous, so look it up the risks if you're considering trying it and NEVER skip sizes!) and acrylic leopard print flares for when they are healed. Here's what I grabbed for my kiddies:
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| Full view of Chloë's new shirt, but the colour's way off. |
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| This is a true representation of the colours. So cute!! |
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| Right up Cail's alley. My boy loves sea life! |
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| Dark pink shirt for Rhett to look ffffabulous in <3 |
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| New jeans for my super tall, super leggy Rhettski who is growing out of his all too quickly! |
