It's been a tough week, and thus, the snark is back full force, sponsoring another addition of People I Want to Punch In The Face.
1) The half a dozen or so parents who, upon hearing that I will be leaving my entire family for a two night girls trip to Las Vegas, have looked at me with dismay and uttered some variation of the following: "I could never do that! I would miss my kids too much!" WTF? I don't know if there is some sort of mama-love chip missing in me, but short of the fact that I am going to be forced to spend precious vacation time with my breast pump, I don't think I will wish my children were with me for a single second. The last time that I woke up in the morning and didn't have to attend to the needs, tears and tantrums of someone else has been over a year. I highly doubt that when I'm sitting with my friend drinking a latte by the pool that I will be wishing I was refereeing the daily breakfast table battle between my boys.
2) People who think that a path/sidewalk was made for them alone and meander slowly four across, oblivious to the world around them. Inevitably this forces runners or anyone walking at a reasonable pace to go off the path, usually around a garbage can and over a gigantic mud puddle to get past them. Hello? How many times does this happen in your walk around the lake before you realize you are a nuisance? Seriously. Get the hell out of the way.
3) Cheez-It's. Yes I realize that a snack doesn't have a face to punch, however someone somewhere is responsible for this irresistible guilty pleasure. I don't know why I like them so much. Honestly, there just not that great right? Right? Certainly not worth their calorie count, totally devoid of any nutritional value, and yet, I am addicted. Every week I contemplate not buying another box, but inevitably one or two always seem to make it into my grocery cart. I tell myself that they are for the kids, but I think I polish off most of the package myself. Today I nearly lost it with my son's play date who insisted on finishing off "our" Cheez-It's. I tried to convince him to eat an apple or a banana, but he refused and actually requested to take home a Ziplock bag full of MY CHEEZ-IT'S to his brother. Now we are fresh out. I'll be forced to eat something healthy. Stupid kid. (No, this post is not sponsored by Kellogg's, I swear to God)
Okay it's 1:30am. Rant is over. Good night.