Today I wasnt nice... No, not at all.

I like to think of myself as a none judgmental person. Does, that mean I am not judgmental? Nope, just means that I like to think I am not. I believe that even the least judgmental person, judges others in some degree. Well, the truth is I have a tendency to potentially judge people a bit more than perhaps I should.. The thing is despite my tendency to be a tad judgmental, I am not mean. Honestly I try to always bestow my brutal judgmental honesty on people as kindly as humanly possible.

Yet, despite my endeavor to be a nice albeit judgmental person, I often encounter people who there is just no possible way to be nice to, not even if you put into action the old tried-and-true "If you have nothing nice to say...."  People like these just ask for someone to speak up, and put them in their place so to speak.

I am talking about those pony tail wearing, Prada bag sporting, nose up in the air, my shit smells like roses type women. I am sure that each and everyone of you knows at least one of these type women. You know the ones who look at your cute little brats angels running around Wal-mart like banshees with nothing but pure disgust. The one who makes comments under their breath about "What a bad mother you must be". The ones when given a friendly smile, or hello snub their noses so high in the air, you want to tell them, that you hope it doesn't rain (as you are afraid they would drown if it did). The ones who are often times childless, because let's face it children would be nothing more than a burden for them, ruining their elaborate vacations, and designer wardrobes... The ones who despite there decision to not reproduce, are all so often just full of wonderful "parenting" advice, and are all to willing to let you know what you are doing wrong with your children, after seeing them for all of 15 seconds in a Wal-mart check out line...

Have you ever found yourself in this position, face to face with the Prada wearing she devil herself? How did you handle it? Perhaps you handled it differently (umm better) than me...

Today I found myself in a similarly eery scenario face to face with she devil in the Wal-mart line, listening to her mumble her words of disgust about my children and my life to her equally evil (and obviously childless) friend who stood beside her. 

For some unknown reason I decided to venture out to Wal-mart today with not only one, but all three kids in tow (call it a moment of insanity). Of course any mother, who has teens, toddlers, or both knows that it would a lot less painful to go on a suicide mission, then it is to take a crabby teenager, a moody tween, and a nap deprived toddler into Wal-mart (again I blame it on insanity) and if you are able to come out with everyone's limbs (and your sanity) still intake, then you have accomplished something worth an award (or at least ice cream)...

All seemed to be going as well, as any insane mother could hope for, until we reached the check out line. Of course my children's attention is always caught by the little trinkets and snacks put close to each register, and of course they ALWAYS want something. Today was no exception, and as always they began to beg as soon as we approached the register. Of course this is the time my 3 year old decides that he is going to throw the tantrum to beat all tantrums (I mean really one for the records)... This of course prompts she devil to chime in with all sorts of unsolicited "parenting" advice regaurding my obviously spoiled and ill mannered children... Of course this lit a fuse somewhere inside of me "come on woman, that is my CHILDREN, you are talking about"  but I tried, oh I tried to smile politely and keep my mouth closed. That is until she devil so smugly turns to her friend, and loudly states "This is why I hate Walmart, there is always Redneck White trash in this store"..... Once I picked my jaw off of the floor, my mouth began to spew words that would have made a sailor blush, as I explained to this woman, that despite her preconceived notions of my children (especially my toddler) my children were actually very good children, who not unlike many other children were expressing their displeasure, with my answer that No, today they could not have a treat. I also informed her, that although I am smart enough not to spend an entire weeks pay on one outfit, that did not indeed classify me, or my children as "White trash"... Funny enough that once my blood pressure was back to normal, and I began gathering my stuff to exit stage left, I actually thought I heard people clapping (maybe that was in my head)....

So today.... well today... I wasn't so nice, I really wasn't nice at all... I am not proud of myself (ok so maybe I am a little proud), but I stood up to the judgmental she devil, and I think that perhaps she might think first, the next time she decides to give some "Redneck White trash" some unsolicited "parenting" advice.... Maybe???