So Jr is 3-and-a-half, which means he repeats the EVERYTHING.
In an effort to prevent him from repeating a
string-of-cuss overly colorful recounting of the trip to preschool to his teachers and classmates each day, I have been biting tongue until it bleeds to keep from narrating the transgressions coming against us as we motor those few miles each day.
It is a total bitch.
(One of the MANY words I REALLY like to say that I can’t say anymore, because he has outgrown the portion of toddlerhood where he buys the “oh mommy said witch… you know like Room on the Broom?” bait-and-switch to a lame G rated word.)
I have a A LOT of pent up pet-peeve in me right now, and if this plan is going to work out long-term, Suburbia, Im’ma need you to PLEASE work with me here and STOP doing the following things:
–Using real plates/glasses/UTENSILS etc, in the car. Why do you have your ceramic “World’s Greatest Mom” coffee mug in the car? Why is your kid drinking OJ out of a glass with no top that is made OUT OF GLASS? WTF people – get a damn travel mug. That is going to spill. Or break. Or both.
–Eating full-on meals in the car. This kind of goes with the last one, but I am BEYOND confused by it. When I look over at a stop light and see a dude using his knife and fork to cut piece of smothered breakfast burrito on the family Corelle, I feel uncomfortably like I am at his breakfast table. Andplusalso, ” hands at 10 and 2 “(or 9 and 3, depending on when you took Drivers Ed,) NOT “hands on knife and fork.” If you have to eat (and I get, better than most, the urge to eat while doing all the things,) then try a McMuffin like a normal person. I hear Taco Bell wraps up all that stuff you have on your plate in a tortilla and smashes it shut with a sammie press. Try that, yo?
-Having special time with the family pet. I love my dog to an extreme degree. I have covered that already. But cuddling your Great Dane on your lap with his head out your driver’s side window while navigating the main drag across town is kind of a recipe for distracted driving. And Fido needs a doggie harness, too. Love = strapping ’em in, pet owners.
-Practicing personal hygine. I am not in your kitchen, and I am not in your freaking bathroom either. I didn’t see very much of this on my drive to work when we lived in the city, but it is rampant out here. Is it because people have farther to go, so you just leave earlier and take the entire contents of your bathroom cabinet with you in your Honda? It isn’t just the over-played bit about women doing mascara in the rearview (although that does happen,)
it is toothbrushing, and hair geling, and face shaving, and curler removal, and full on foundation application. At 45 MPH. RIGHT behind me as you roll up to a red light. Just stop it.
*special snowflake – when I say “you” I really mean “them” as in “those bastard offenders.” Unless them is you. In which case, I MEAN YOU.
-PWP- Parenting While Piloting. You know who you are. I am not talking about telling Billy to stop smacking his sister, or handing Jane a tissue behind you. You are the one who is somehow miraculously behind the wheel AND in the back seat physically breaking up that fight or Nose Friedaing that toddler while driving NOT AT ALL in your lane right beside me. That shit can wait. Use your “Swagger Wagon” DVD player to stifle the brood until you get to school and drive.
-Picture taking. I don’t care if it is the most beautiful sunrise ever in the history of time. Or if the aforementioned Great Dane is “wearing” your infinity scarf (hashtag, HILARIOUS!) Put your damn iPhone down before iScream or youCrash.
Seriously… whatever it is that you have to do with your hands, just don’t do it in the car.
Sing along with the radio. Watch the guy next to you pick his nose at the stop light instead of checking your phone.
And above all else, pay attention to where I am, on the road, with my kid, who is WAY more important than your stupid lipstick…. Because if you thump us with that minivan or sedan or whatever, I will NOT be biting my tongue to protect my rep around Jr’s school. I have MONTHS of pent up cuss…
I. Will. End. You.
Safe Travels, now.