I just got home from the pool. It was real sunny and warm when Caleb and I left so I thought it would be a good time; it was hot but not real late so we could miss some of the crowds. Well, I was right. I actually got a lounge chair, Caleb was happy chewing on his toy, I jumped in the water once to cool off then came back and laid down. He was pretty content for a while but then started to get fussy so I took his float and went over to the baby pool. The water was freezing! I put my feet in it and was like holy crap, Im not putting him down in that! So we just sat at the edge, he was happy to be on my lap watching the other kids, I was happy to keep my feet cool. win-win.
There were these three little kids in there, one was a little boy and he had on a swimsuit with a built in flotation ring, it looked sort of funny but hey whatever works. He was probably about two? Then there was another boy, Logan, who was a little older, maybe 4 and then another younger girl like 3. They were jumping around and water was splashing everywhere but it didn't hit Caleb so all was well. Then Logan and the girl had one of the those Huggies bottles that their sunscreen comes in, it was empty so they were playing with it. They would fill it with water and then dump it on the poor little kid's head! He didn't seem to mind and just kept walking around the pool but I was sitting there thinking this isnt going to last, hes going to get upset, where the heck is his mother.
Well I was right again. He did start to get upset and started to cry. Did bratty Logan stop? Of course not! He just kept laughing and dumping more water on this poor little boy who kept trying to get away and was eventually really crying and yelling momma! momma! Meanwhile, group of idiotic women were sitting on the other side of the baby pool in a circle, gabbing away, completely disregarding the kids. It's like, they figure if they're in a baby pool with floaties nothing can happen to them. That Logan creep could have easily drowned that little kid and none of them would have even noticed. A couple of times (before little kid, ill call him bobby for now, started really screaming) one woman would look over and be like oh Logan, don't do that honey, I don't think he likes it. Logan would reply he was giving Bobby a bubble bath but his mom had already turned around and was completely ignoring him yet again. So, naturally, Logan went back to harassing Bobby. At one point when I could tell Bobby was starting to get irritated I even told Logan to leave him alone. He gave me the biggest sneer; I swear, if there weren't so many people around I would have hopped up and smacked that boy right across the face. Then I'd tell him to look at me like that again and he'd be lucky to have a face when I was finished with him. Still, what could I do? I simply glared back.
After Bobby started really screaming for his mother (and I mean, really screaming) I eventually went over to him. I was still holding Caleb but thought the least I could do would be to try and protect him from Logan creep who was still dumping water on him. Well Bobby could tell I was obviously not his mother and so wouldn't stay around me and Logan was looking at me, looking at Bobby, back and forth. When Bobby went to the opposite side of the pool I sat back down and thought if his mother didn't get up I was going to go over to the bunch of ninnies and tell them to keep an eye on their kids. Well one woman did get up and go over and was like oh honey, whats wrong. Oh you feel cold, are you cold? So she picked him up and wrapped him in a towel, took him back to the circle of fellow ninnies. I so much wanted to tell her that he had been crying for her because he was being harassed by her friend's son and neither of them gave a rip to pay attention even when he was screaming bloody murder. Even another older woman was near me and could see that I was getting upset and said she couldn't believe the mother wasnt paying attention either. I said what the heck is wrong with her, it's her son and he needs her! ARGH!!! Anything could have happened to that poor boy, even on accident, and she couldn't bother to pay attention. No, she just wanted to sit and gab with her girlfriends completely ignoring the child who was being harassed by a boy twice his age.
My mom always said that if you don't stand up for your kids, no one will. Part of being a mother is looking out for your kids. Whenever I am with Caleb I always know who's around me and what's around me. I pay attention not only to what Caleb is doing but what others are doing around him. I'm at the pool with my son and I pay more attention to that poor Bobby boy than his own mother. There were probably six of those ninnies sitting around talking and none of them could watch those three kids. It just makes me so angry, that's how bullying starts and it only escalates because kids don't learn when enough is enough and how to control themselves. On the opposite end, the bullied kids don't learn how to stand up for themselves because they've never been shown how and have never been stood up for. If I saw some kid dumping water on my boy after I told him not to and it's obvious Caleb didn't like it, I'd be over there kickin butt. I wouldn't care if it was a good friend's son, his ass would be mine. I can truthfully say I won't ever be on the other side where Caleb would be the bully though. If I saw him dumping water on some other kid I'd tell him to stop, this would be before the other kid gets upset. Then, if he didn't stop, I'd get up and spank his butt. I wouldn't let it keep going and going until the other kid was reduced to tears and screaming for his mother. There are just too many crap parents in the world that don't know how and don't care about controlling their kids. If I had pulled that kind of crap when I was little, my mom would have pulled my swimsuit down right there and spanked me in front of everyone. I knew that when she said it was enough and to stop, it meant to stop...right then.
So after that, I was irritated and we went back to the lounge chairs. I felt a couple of drips so I decided to pack up and come home before the rain. Too late. I made it half way and it started raining, not hard, but certainly enough to be wet and wanting an umbrella. I put a towel over the stroller like a tent so Caleb stayed dry and of course, I got home, put the stroller in the garage and it quit raining. I told God that was a very cruel trick especially after I had tried to help the poor boy in the pool. But I thought maybe we'd actually get enough and I wouldn't have to water the other gardens tonight; nope, just enough to make me wet and irritable but not enough to saturate the ground. grr.
And so concludes my rant on crap parents. lol
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