I've mentioned that Mr. B and Mr. G are taking ungodly expensive swimming lessons until early June. The clientele at this swim school is a mixed bag during the week--a few nannies, a few grandmas and a few Well-Turned-Out SAHMs (think Ladies Who Lunch) round out the mix. Following their lessons a few weeks ago a younger woman rushed in with 2 little girls in tow and a baby in a carrier. She caught my attention because she was dressed like a teenager, carrying an Ulta bag and dropped the carrier to attend to the cell phone she was talking on. Her car keys went flying in another direction while the younger girl was shoved in the direction of the pool entrance sans towel.
I've been there, so I wasn't going to judge her as some young mother with screwed up material priorities who has no business breeding (cell phone conversation, dropped children and shopping bag aside). She could've been having a bad day. I picked up the baby's nook and the car keys and handed them to her while she turned around and headed back OUT of the building, leaving behind baby in carrier and other daughter. Without so much as a "thank you." Hm.
Today? Confirmed my first impression of Material Girl NOT being Maternal Girl. Again they bustled in late for their lesson, she wore a t-shirt from a local bar's volleyball team and too-tight yoga pants. As usual, she had her cell phone glued to her ear and shoulder. The oldest child? Sported a face mask tied around her neck but NOT around her face. She was coughing to beat the band. The mother? Shoved middle child in the direction of the pool entrance sans towel and dumped her Ulta bag next to the baby carrier. Then she said to the older daughter, "I hope you're coughing into your mask."
Ummm, if your kid is so sick that she's coughing into a mask from the doctor's office and I've been hearing all week on NPR that Wisconsin has the second highest number of confirmed Swine Flu cases nationally (a Shout Out to Illinois who ranks first), I'm thinking you are a self-absorbed sow. Get your brood the FREAK out of a swim school crawling with little kids and stay the *$^#%**@ home with your sick kid!
Thank God we were on our way OUT of the building. Still, my throat feels itchy now and I'm sure I'll obsess over it all day.