Tuesday, July 18, 2006
I can't believe we have the same taste
We went to the library this morning to pass some time away, and it was BUSY there. Someone had decided to bring in their pre-high schoolers to work on something. I have NO idea what it could have been since it is the dead of summer. And not only did they come into the children's section, but they took up EVERY SINGLE TABLE in the library.
Muttering under my breath that they could have at least taken those kids to the adult section, I wrangled my kids in and out of the feet of daycare children who had to take up residence on the floor because of said pre-high schoolers.
We found a chair over by the chinchilla, and the Chandelier Monkey was putting together various puzzles. The Door Man was finding books he wanted to check out, and Queen Bee was promising me that she WILL read these three books that she wanted to check out, even though she returned a Goosebumps book that barely had the first three pages turned in it.
Queen Bee pokes me on the shoulder and says "Hey Mommy ... look! It is the same as your tote!" and I looked at the same pattern on the back of a woman who was standing, talking to another mom. I was sure they were having the same conversation about the sheer amount of non-children in the children's section.
Then I look at her face.
And it is my mortal enemy. Well, one of them at least.
If you read my previous post about being made fun of because I wore glasses, well this person made my life a living hell when I was growing up. I went to private school; she went to public. She made fun of the fact that I didn't "belong" anywhere, that I was an outcast because of my parents' decision to send me to private school.
She made fun of the way I walked. She was just an all around cruel person, and she had a partner in crime, which made matters ten times worse.
That all around cruel person has grown up to be an all around snobby beyotch. Our paths crossed about 10 years ago when Ace was working for a bank here. Mortal Enemy # 1's husband also worked with Ace, and when Ace told me that ME#1 would be at the Christmas party, I did not look forward to seeing her after so many years. And time had not changed a thing. She was still stuck on herself and nasty.
And still, over all this time, she waves at me like I am some fly in the air that she is trying to shoo away. Sometimes it is just easier to not even acknowledge each other.
However, I took great joy in the fact that she was standing there, staring at the Door Man who was busily working on a puzzle of the United States, and putting the states in their exact locations.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Mindy.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
It's all in the eyes