Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.
~ William Faulkner
~ Last night after wallpapering most the day away, I took the two littlest to the store to get a mirror for the bathroom. I had seen one that was PERFECT last week; just what I was looking for, perfect for the space AND on clearance at Big Lots.
I didn't buy it at the time because I wanted to talk to Matt about it first, I wanted to measure the space, I wanted to see if it would be further reduced and I had to wait for Matts paycheck.
So last night I go there and look-and ta-da! It was still there. One left! Way too high (and way too heavy) for me to safely bring down so I went to the counter to get a worker. Then-seconds later. SECONDS. RIGHT BEFORE MY VERY EYES, a lady finds a sales clerk walking around and asked to buy it. The sales lady was taking it down and I said, in absolute shock:
"Are you buying that or just looking?"
She practically snarled at me that she was buying it.
To which I responded with an inaudible groan of shock and disbelief. My jaw was literally on the floor and I was frozen.
As in, could not move.
And the lady got this most awful, smug smile on her face-turned and walked away.
I couldn't believe her. I couldn't believe it. I left the store totally stunned.
I mean I would have probably given it to another person who wanted it so badly, but at the very least, I would have given a friendly and apologetic "Oh, I am sorry!"
Not a nasty "beat ya to it and I'd do it again!" look.
That was store ONE.
Store TWO was second chance mirror store. Home Goods. Much higher quality, much higher class store than Big Lots. And cha-ching! They had a beautiful mirror for only $5.00 more than Big Lots. (Totally shocking!) It was bigger than the other and more creamy than white, but I would take a gamble and buy it anyway since it was the only one they had and I never wanted to watch a mirror slip through my fingers right in front of me again.
I go to the register with my two children and the cashier, who is about 50 years old says "Oh, what beautiful children! And so well-behaved!" then she added "You certainly have your hands full!"
I laughed, then, and replied "This is only half of them! This is like a night off for me!"
I could tell-I just KNEW what was coming.
The uncomfortable shuffling of feet. The raised eye brows. The hurrumphing under ones breath.
Eventually she was able to speak.
She asked how old the other two were and I said 8 and 6.
She asked how old these two were and I said 3 and 1 1/2.
The brilliantness that escaped her lips next was:
"Well. At least the other two are in school all day so you don't have to have them around."
If I didn't care so much about making people uncomfortable and if I weren't in utter shock at the hatred people have toward children, I would have responded:
"We homeschool. I actually LIKE to be around my children, believe it or not."
Instead, I picked up my jaw from the floor (again)-managed a weak smile-and left.
Since when did people become so selfish, rude and hateful of everyone but themselves? Wow.
I wonder, why can't I run into any of you great people who always say nice things to me-while knowing full well that we have FOUR children (gasp!) and that we homeschool (gasp!). And that we occasionally wear skirts (gasp!) and muckboots (gasp!)?
And yet, you seem to like us anyway?
So a question: to the second lady about the children. Would you have made a wise crack like I thought of doing or would you have reacted similarly? I always worry about hurting feelings but maybe, just maybe, it is time to be blunt.
What do you think?
There is one other night that I can't for the life of me recall, last Thursday, but I remember it being a good one. Just not memorable, apparently.
As for tonight~ we are having Ham, mashed potatoes, roasted broccoli, and homecanned applesauce.
And you know what tomorrow brings! PIZZA NIGHT!
SO-what's on YOUR table these days?