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Raging Momma and interface issues
We apologize over here at The Lunch Hour for our lack of posting of late. Specifically we have been experiencing issues with referring to ourselves in the third person and have taken on multiple personalities.
In addition to this troublesome affliction, we have also been experiencing some technical issues. In reality it has been an interface issue between the blog, keyboard and the user. You see there has been this rather large amount of paperwork that has plopped itself right in front of the computer and sadly until that mother is gone and filed; ok who are we kidding it will get filed much much later, there hasn't been any bloggin to be had.
Until today!!!
Today I managed to dust off the keyboard to resurface for some much needed air....and venting....
Last Friday, I went to pick up Cub from his school, because right now I get to telecommute from home on Fridays- YEAH.. never mind that this is in lieu of a raise.. But I digress.
So there I was all lined up and looking all Stay at home Mommyish with all the other parents and parent type people waiting for my child to surface from the sea of little faces. I have to clarify that at this particular door there were approximately 20 some adults ( of which I use the term loosely) waiting and gabbing with each other because they all seem to know each other.. Again I venture into uncharted territory;
The bell goes, out emerges the sea of little people, they swarm over the adults in a wave like motion as we scan the crowd for our particular offspring.
As I am scanning the crowd for my Cub I hear off to my right, in the playground those words every kid hates to hear.
"FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT"
Immediately I scan the sea to see two little boys circling each other. I watch for a few minutes to see what exactly will transpire, a small child crowd gathers, the boys start to tussle. Another boy steps in appearing to stop the 'fight' but his role becomes clear- he's the referee. He pushes them apart and then yells
"Now you can fight."
It is at this point that the one boy (fists balled) starts to exclaim that he doesn't want to fight as the other boy grabs his jacket and attempts the hockey sweater over the head maneuver and punches start to fly.
I turn to look at the crowd of parents to see if perhaps one of these (if not both) children's parents are around.
Nobody moves, and the parents are all standing around, silent, now watching this fight.
The one boy is obviously the aggressor, and this is by no means a play fight.It's getting worse. Again I look around at all the parents, who are still watching! There are no teachers out in the school yard yet because they are all still trying to get the kids out the doors.
I have to say this, Cub's school has a zero tolerance policy on bullying and fighting and I cannot fathom what I am witnessing. There are 20 some parents standing around just watching these two boys duke it out.
I've had enough and as a parent of a child who was bullied so badly last year, I cannot stand by and let some one else's child get the shit kicked out of him.
I yell in my holy fuck mom is mad voice;
"BOYS KNOCK IT OFF. NOW!" and the crowd scatters. The fight is over.
It is at this point that my Cub gives me a big hug and whispers, "Mom, I know those boys!"
As I turn to my child, I catch the eye of a nearby woman, who shakes her head and TSK's me.
"EXCUSE ME?" and she turns away.
Now please don't get me wrong, I get it that kids fight and that there are times when it may look much worse than what it is, but this was not one of those times. What upset me and pissed me off (for Hours afterward) was the fact that there were over 20 other ADULTS there standing around watching and by proxy condoning this fight.
Had a teacher been present, both boys would have been hauled off to the office and parents would have been called.
I spent the next hour explaining to Cub why I did what I did and what all of those adults did by standing around and not saying something was wrong.
Am I wrong to assume that if it was my kid getting the shit kicked out of him that someone would stand up and say Stop! Is it general apathy? Is it fear of 'parenting' someone else's child? I am still stunned that my voice was the only one.
Later that night, I was concerned that Cub would suffer the consequences of my actions at the hands of the children, but I reassured myself that it occurred on a Friday and generally they have the memory of a goldfish, so we went along our merry weekend way.
When Cub went to school on Tuesday (after an extra special stay at home with Mommy because it is too freaking ass cold out) one little bitch of a child walked up to my son and told him that his Mommy was mean!
Cub was visibly upset, and then I was left to explain that this girl had never met me and none of his friends thought I was mean (Thank god- cause really there have been times I tell ya) and that if she or anyone else ever said anything to him about me, that he was to tell them, "Thanks for the information, but you should really tell my mom that." and walk away.
I am preparing. I am armed for Friday's pick up this week. In fact I am pretty sure, that little bitch and I are going to go a couple of rounds in the school yard while the rest of the parents stand by and watch, and silently chant ;
Fight, FIGHT, FIGHT..
I'm kidding of course, I'll find her Mother :)
In addition to this troublesome affliction, we have also been experiencing some technical issues. In reality it has been an interface issue between the blog, keyboard and the user. You see there has been this rather large amount of paperwork that has plopped itself right in front of the computer and sadly until that mother is gone and filed; ok who are we kidding it will get filed much much later, there hasn't been any bloggin to be had.
Until today!!!
Today I managed to dust off the keyboard to resurface for some much needed air....and venting....
Last Friday, I went to pick up Cub from his school, because right now I get to telecommute from home on Fridays- YEAH.. never mind that this is in lieu of a raise.. But I digress.
So there I was all lined up and looking all Stay at home Mommyish with all the other parents and parent type people waiting for my child to surface from the sea of little faces. I have to clarify that at this particular door there were approximately 20 some adults ( of which I use the term loosely) waiting and gabbing with each other because they all seem to know each other.. Again I venture into uncharted territory;
The bell goes, out emerges the sea of little people, they swarm over the adults in a wave like motion as we scan the crowd for our particular offspring.
As I am scanning the crowd for my Cub I hear off to my right, in the playground those words every kid hates to hear.
"FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT"
Immediately I scan the sea to see two little boys circling each other. I watch for a few minutes to see what exactly will transpire, a small child crowd gathers, the boys start to tussle. Another boy steps in appearing to stop the 'fight' but his role becomes clear- he's the referee. He pushes them apart and then yells
"Now you can fight."
It is at this point that the one boy (fists balled) starts to exclaim that he doesn't want to fight as the other boy grabs his jacket and attempts the hockey sweater over the head maneuver and punches start to fly.
I turn to look at the crowd of parents to see if perhaps one of these (if not both) children's parents are around.
Nobody moves, and the parents are all standing around, silent, now watching this fight.
The one boy is obviously the aggressor, and this is by no means a play fight.It's getting worse. Again I look around at all the parents, who are still watching! There are no teachers out in the school yard yet because they are all still trying to get the kids out the doors.
I have to say this, Cub's school has a zero tolerance policy on bullying and fighting and I cannot fathom what I am witnessing. There are 20 some parents standing around just watching these two boys duke it out.
I've had enough and as a parent of a child who was bullied so badly last year, I cannot stand by and let some one else's child get the shit kicked out of him.
I yell in my holy fuck mom is mad voice;
"BOYS KNOCK IT OFF. NOW!" and the crowd scatters. The fight is over.
It is at this point that my Cub gives me a big hug and whispers, "Mom, I know those boys!"
As I turn to my child, I catch the eye of a nearby woman, who shakes her head and TSK's me.
"EXCUSE ME?" and she turns away.
Now please don't get me wrong, I get it that kids fight and that there are times when it may look much worse than what it is, but this was not one of those times. What upset me and pissed me off (for Hours afterward) was the fact that there were over 20 other ADULTS there standing around watching and by proxy condoning this fight.
Had a teacher been present, both boys would have been hauled off to the office and parents would have been called.
I spent the next hour explaining to Cub why I did what I did and what all of those adults did by standing around and not saying something was wrong.
Am I wrong to assume that if it was my kid getting the shit kicked out of him that someone would stand up and say Stop! Is it general apathy? Is it fear of 'parenting' someone else's child? I am still stunned that my voice was the only one.
Later that night, I was concerned that Cub would suffer the consequences of my actions at the hands of the children, but I reassured myself that it occurred on a Friday and generally they have the memory of a goldfish, so we went along our merry weekend way.
When Cub went to school on Tuesday (after an extra special stay at home with Mommy because it is too freaking ass cold out) one little bitch of a child walked up to my son and told him that his Mommy was mean!
Cub was visibly upset, and then I was left to explain that this girl had never met me and none of his friends thought I was mean (Thank god- cause really there have been times I tell ya) and that if she or anyone else ever said anything to him about me, that he was to tell them, "Thanks for the information, but you should really tell my mom that." and walk away.
I am preparing. I am armed for Friday's pick up this week. In fact I am pretty sure, that little bitch and I are going to go a couple of rounds in the school yard while the rest of the parents stand by and watch, and silently chant ;
Fight, FIGHT, FIGHT..
I'm kidding of course, I'll find her Mother :)
