KG's Hideaway

I forgot to post what happened when Craig and I went and bought his new suit the other day.

We are standing in Jos A Bank waiting on the tailor to come mark up his suit and there is a lady in the front of the store trying to wrangle 3 kids. They were wired and she really was doing the best she could. Honestly, a MUCH better job than I could have done... I felt for her, though. The store was slammed and the line for people to check out was getting long and these stores are NOT big. My head was starting to hurt though and I turned to Craig to say something and about that time at LEAST two of those kids did that high pitched, shrill scream that felt like someone parked a ginsu knife right in the middle of my temporal lobe. I knew I wasn't in earshot of that mother so I quickly turned back to Craig and said, "Oh God, I can't do that. I'll wait outside!"

About that time, a man who had been standing on the other side of the checkout area THE WHOLE TIME looked me square in the eyes and sarcastically said, "I guess you don't have any kids, do you?" So my immediate thought is, "Alright, mother fucker... this is how you want to do this?" But instead I looked and him when he said it the SECOND time and said, "Actually, I have 3." (This is where I wanted to say, dickweed! But I didn't) I didn't plan on saying anything more, but then he got louder and said, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I guess they're perfect angels!"

At this point, I'm pissed and I really just wanted to tell him he's right, of COURSE my kids are perfect... when, DUHHHHH he's dead wrong, but I just ignored it again. AGAIN! I'm on a roll at this point. A freakin' paragon of patience and grace! (yeah, right!) Now really, Craig had to be downright shocked that I hadn't said anything more at this point because I've unloaded on people for alot less than that before... ESPECIALLY if you're gonna call me out in public? At that point, I go for broke and I will do everything I can go verbally cut you off at the knees. But I'm still standing there quietly beside Craig (shocking, I know!) and the stupid ass short bastard said it AGAIN.

Now, my personal opinion is that he really deserves to get his ass kicked and I'm really ready to take that task on, but I managed to take a deep breath and just say, "Look, I didn't call you out in here and I'd really appreciate it if you wouldn't do it to me." And I actually let it go.

WTF is wrong with me? That's not the normal me! Even though I KNOW that I SHOULD be like that more often... it's really just not my forte. Craig is pretty certain at this point that someone has kidnapped his real wife and sent in a double because I'm not known for holding my tongue... and that doesn't bother me a bit most of the time. (Shocking, right?)

And part of what pissed me off about the whole thing is those damn brats were screaming off and on for a good 10-15 minutes and it just kept getting louder and louder. And there was that poor mother trying to keep them all near her because you could tell those kids were capable of dismantling that entire building inside of 12 minutes. Then it dawned on me that that sorry bastard had stood there and it was HIS wife and HIS kids (I was too busy patting myself on the back for my patience to think about that the last two or three minutes) That short-shit LET HIS WIFE DO ALL THE WORK OF TRYING TO CORAL THREE KIDS WHO ALL HAD TO BE UNDER THE AGE OF 7 ALL BY HERSELF and he was standing in line holding a single dress shirt and tie. He COULD NOT have been taller than 5'6. Short man syndrome all the way. And still I kept my mouth shut. That restraint in and of itself pretty much proved I deserved all that shopping I've done.

So I'm gonna go do a little more... not today, but definitely tomorrow! Yay! However, its not for myself. Ryan actually got a job (gasp!!!!) to make some money before she heads to Denton in July to start working out with the coaching staff and getting strong enough so that when they can actually start college basketball practice she'll have the muscle mass to hold her own (hopefully). I mean, she's strong, but she's not as strong as they are. They have weightlifting regimines that rival that of the football team. They are actually on the same program depending on their individual needs.

Really, I can't wait for all that to get started. I can't wait to see my daughter step out onto the court to play a game for a D1 university. Back in 7th grade when Craig asked her what her goals were she said (and I quote) "All I want is a D1 scholarship. I don't just want to make the team. I want a full ride and I'll be happy with wherever that turns out to be." We really had no idea that things would really come around in her favor (she was AWFUL!!!) and she'd actually have some choices. I want her to be proud of herself for that, but not boastful. That's my job. Let people get pissed off at me for bragging on my kid. I want her to be humble. (yet another example of something that's just not my forte)

Peace~ Happy Father's Day!!!