Little Kite Girl

First of all, they should pretty much just cancel American Idol and try again.  Everyone sucks.  Sorry, it’s true.  I have yet to see anyone with CONSISTENT talent.  They knock a couple out of the park and then turn around and super stink.  And I’m sick of everyone getting standing ovations. Like, WOW YOU WERE AWESOME, I’M GOING TO STAND UP.  Or, “YOU WERE MEDIOCORE BUT I’M GONNA STAND UP ANYWAY, BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE JUDGES ARE GOING TO SAY AND I DON’T TRUST MY OWN JUDGMENT. Or, YOU TOTALLY STUNK BUT I’M GONNA STAND UP BECAUSE I FEEL BAD FOR YOU. Desecration.

Another thing, I really love Ellen.  She’s awesome.

Ok.  So that was a rant about a totally NON important subject.  Here’s a rant on a really, really important one:

I went to the bookstore with Camper and John to pick up a book for book club.  Whenever John and I are out, we either both run around with Camper, or we take turns following him and letting him explore so that the other parent can browse at our leisure.  If we need to get stuff done or he can’t run around the store we’re in he gets to sit in the cart or I carry him in the Beco.  SO.  The POINT.  Tonight when we were in B&N I kept hearing this baby crying.  Camper kept saying, “Bay-bee?” and pointing towards the noise.  This went on for pretty much the whole time we were in the store. I didn’t think much of it until we circled around the where the bay-bee was.  A little girl, around 8 months old, sitting in her stroller next to her parents who were sitting at a table.  She was covered in some kind of food although she wasn’t eating.  She was wearing a onesie, no shoes or socks. (It’s pretty much still winter here, jsyk.)  She was reaching out to her mom with both arms making angry noises and crying.  Her Mom, sitting next to her, was playing some farm game on Facebook.  FARMING ON FACEBOOK.  Her Dad was looking at some cartoon book.  Meanwhile Camper walked up to the baby and pointed at her and the Dad looked at him and said to his child, “You see his pacifier?  You can’t have one of those.”  And gave me a dirty look.

REALLY?

The mother did not look up from her farm.

I pulled Camper away and fought back some angry feelings/tears because YOUR BABY WAS REACHING OUT TO YOU. YOU DIDN’T EVEN LOOK AT HER.  When we circled back around the Dad was shaking a bottle and then handing it to the baby, who then (I’m not even being dramatic here) struggled to hold it up and feed herself.  The mother was gone.

Do you not even want her?  Because I know people who WANT babies, so much.  And you know what? I know. I know what it’s like to be done at the end of the day.

I SWEAR TO YOU, I KNOW.

But can you really get that sick of your child? Be that weary that you can’t even respond to her when she’s reaching out to you?

Ok.  Yes, I can believe that it may actually happen sometimes.

But why, then, I ask you…do you have enough energy to go to the bookstore?

Yeah.

That pretty much sucked.  And I gave Camper extra hugs and kisses all night until he went to bed, because my heart just hurts for that little girl.

Enough that I had to share.

DOWNER.

I know, sorry.

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