But sometimes there are so many reminders that it stretches past "ouch," and "zing" and just becomes "are you freaking kidding me?!"
My weekend was of the "are you freaking kidding me?!" variety. It got to the point where it was laughable.
To provide relevant back story, you'll remember that hubs started a new job back in May. As a result he isn't eligible for any annual leave until he's been there for a year. Without time off we couldn't go on a vacation so we settled for some little local trips, a staycation of sorts. This past weekend was one of our planned staycations. In my last post I also whined about being sick. While I was feeling better by the weekend, I was still only 70% or so and wasn't in the greatest of moods, but we had really been looking forward to our plans.
Hubs and I are both huge sports fans. We found out that our local baseball team was playing on July 3rd (a free shirt Friday to boot) and our local soccer team (by far our favorite sport) was playing on Saturday, July 4th AND they were letting fans stay in the stadium for our city's fireworks AND they gave reduced rate parking with game tickets. So we bought tickets to both games.
On Friday I was still feeling pretty miserable but was excited about the game. Or, more accurately, hubs was excited about the game and I was excited about the food truck festival going on outside of the stadium. I'll start with the food truck festival. I expected large crowds. I expected a lot of kids to be wandering around. But sweet Jesus. The strollers. They were everywhere. And with the exception of breastfeeding (so eloquently described in this fine piece, and this one from the Onion), I'm not really sure if there is anything that leads to a greater sense of entitlement than pushing a stroller. Someone isn't moving fast enough? Bash them in the ankles with your oversized stroller. Junior wants out of the stroller? Definitely let them out and expect all 40,000 adults in the vicinity , at least half consuming adult beverages, to watch out for them and not trip over them as they weave in and out of all of the people. Junior tosses (insert name of important item) out of the stroller? Just stop with no warning and park it in the middle of a crowd of people. It's cool. Because you're essentially pushing an armored vehicle so you can defy the laws of physics. A year ago I would have wanted to leave then and there. But I was feeling strong and all of the reminders had progressed from "ouch" to comical in a short period of time. After navigating the
So we make it into the stadium and decide to use the restroom before heading to our seats where we encountered another line. As I'm waiting in the line for the women's restroom, I started to relax because there were no kids (or strollers) in sight. Next thing I know a little boy, probably around four, runs up to the woman in front of me. Ok, he's cute. I can handle this. THEN he climbs up on a bench beside his mom, lifts her shirt, and starts to breastfeed. Two feet from me. A four year old. Breastfeeding. Suddenly I didn't need to use the restroom anymore (no I didn't wet myself) and left the line absolutely disgusted.** We get to our seat and low and behold, there sits a woman right beside my seat, drumroll please, breastfeeding. I told hubs (oblivious to what was going on immediately to my left) that I was going to go grab a beer for each of us. He tried to convince me to wait a bit, seemingly having difficulty understanding that I needed out of there NOW. In the beer line I was bashed in the ankle by yet another stroller. At least this woman was apologetic so she was spared my wrath. I went back to our seats, the lady beside me had finished feeding her child, and the game started. Then it started to rain. It was a miserable night. But at least I got to spend it with hubs.
Saturday the weather was much nicer, I was feeling quite a bit better, and we were both excited for the game. Thankfully strollers are not permitted in this stadium so my ankles were not damaged and there weren't a whole lot of really little kids. But this game brought older kids en masse. Everything from the group of four teenagers in our row who felt it necessary to get up 13804857 times to go to the concession stand to the little girl, approximately 8, who sat directly in front of us who was possibly the most annoying human being that I've ever encountered. Not that her parents noticed because they were too busy playing on their phones. Hubs and I would have had so much fun teaching the game to our kid.
The fireworks were awesome, but also the hardest part of the weekend. I'll admit that it was hard to see all the kids captivated by the fireworks. I had a brief moment of "I'll never get to experience that with my child." But it was brief.
The high point of the weekend was on Sunday when the US Women's National Soccer Team won the World Cup!
All in all it was a good weekend. What I've written about here was actually a relatively small part of the weekend. I realized how much I've grown in a year's time because I was actually able to laugh it off and not let it keep me down. And it was really nice to spend quality time with hubs doing things that we love to do together.
*I can't believe that people actually bring strollers to ballparks. Particularly on nights with a sellout crowd.
**Just so we're clear here, I support breastfeeding. I think it's great. I even support the right to do it in public (because just because it's hurtful to me doesn't mean it's wrong). But I also think that by the time a child is four they are more than capable of getting all nutrients from a well balanced diet of solid food, eaten at a table, with utensils. Plus nipples and teeth just seem like a bad combination (in that context, at least....).