OMG....some parents need the holy shit knocked out of them. I'm still trying to make sense of what I saw last night.
The fuel pump in my car died, and was in the shop getting fixed. Hubby came by work to pick me up, and then dropped our daughter off at work.
On our way home today, we stopped at gas station located at the corner of a busy intersection. He went in to prepay for some gas, I was going through my purse looking for something or other. Something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention, and when I looked up, I was shocked.
This young looking woman (about 25ish), with a kid of oh, maybe 18 months-ish was sitting on the picnic table outside the front entrance of the gas station. She was yapping away on her cell phone, totally zoned out. The kid was in the stroller, began squirming as some kids do and she picked him up and sat him down. He began to toddle about, and within seconds, he was toddling out into the street.
This was 4:30pm, and the streets were packed with rush hour traffic. Did I mention this intersection was one of the busiest in town? Couple cars nearly missed him. By the time I flew out of the passanger side of our car, raced into the middle of the street where the kid had toddled to, (and tripped, I might add) I was ready to kill that bitch.
I picked up the boy and I said to him gently “Oh honey, we don't pay in the street. Lets go back to mommy.” By this time, mom, who now had just gotten off her cell phone, began to freak out. She saw me with her kid in the middle of the street and began accusing me (loudly) that I was taking her kid. She was screaming that she was going to call the police.
I told her to go right ahead before I begin to beat the shit out of her and that she had about 3 seconds to dial 911 before she was going to need the police to get my ass off of her. She looked at me like she was all high and mighty.
I gave the kid back to her, yanked her cell phone out of her hand, threw it on the ground as hard as I could and began to stop on it, smashing it further to pieces.
My husband said “I suggest you learn how to fucking pay attention to where your fucking kid is before you get another cell phone. And if you want to call the police and charge my wife with “kidnapping” there's 3 clerks inside that store who saw you let your kid walk into the middle of the street.”
He ushered me back into the car before I really lost it, and it took me a couple hours to calm down.
Both of my children are adopted. If every person in the US had to go through all the crap and parenting classes and legal shit he and I had to go through to be allowed to adopt one, let alone two kids, there'd be a lot less stupid and clueless parents out there.