I’m so irritated. 

I was at our McDonalds (on 30th) with Emmett, Zander and Zevan after swim class.  It’s lunch hour, they only have one register open, and the high school boys are filing in. 

Zander is eating his Taco Bell at the table with Emmett and Zevan.  Zevan steals Zander’s straw, I have to get out of line to go get him because he’s pitching a fit.

I pick him up and get in the back of the line.  I’m holding him, he’s squirming, I’m making him use words to tell me what he wants.  He *FINALLY* says he wants me to put him down.  He goes over to the new toy display and starts punching it.   

The high school boys find it amusing, as does the guy in front of me in line.  I roll my eyes, and I feel some small amount of commiseration.  I know he’s hungry.  I just want to get some food in him.

Zevan starts crying and carrying on – big tantrum.  I’m next to order.    He’s all, “Moooooom-meeeee…  Moooooom-meeeee… Moooooom-meeeee”

It’s *finally* my turn to order.

I’m in the middle of ordering when this b*tch comes up to me all rudely, “You need to control your kid.  He’s running all over the place.  It’s rude.”

Oh NO you didn’t.

It was all I could do to NOT say what I was thinking, “Listen you f*t f*ck, you are either not a mom or not a nice one, so back off “

I just looked at her, and said, “Whatever.” and continued ordering.  Inside I was 

I finished ordering, and looked for Zevan.  He was sitting at the table with Emmett and Zander. Tantrum apparently over.

He starts whining when I bring the drinks over, so I tell him, “If you can’t calm down and be nice, I’m going to let that mean lady take you to her house.”   

I just had to vent.  I’m over it now.