Once again, I totally had a “brain dump” yeah see what I did there?? And forgot to write the blog. *sigh* I will admit that I had a valid excuse. I was actually writing.On my book. O_O (stunned look) I know! I’m stunned too.
Oh, wait, let’s give out WMH
Soooo, there are many things on my mind. The big one is a huge pet peeve I have and this involves the bookstore I work at.
Attention Parents, Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, and everyone else who brings kids in:
The bookstore is not a playground. The people who work in the bookstore are not there to watch your kids. The merchandise that sit on the shelves is not a free-for-all to give your kids something to do. It is for sale. Which means, you have to buy it before your kids play hell out of it.
And this all means, that no one listens. I cannot tell you the number of times I see kids tossing, playing, running and screaming through the aisles with the things the bookstore has for sale. Okay, take today for instance. This kid is throwing a fit and tosses a book on the floor and steps on it. Can we say OH HELL NO!
Yeah, I instantly said something to him about it. And dad was on him like a shot, but it doesn’t often happen that way. If I had a dollar for every kid that’s basically dumped back in the kids department to “play” while the parent is up hanging out in the cafe drinking a coffee talking on the phone. Really??? Have you no sense of responsibility?? Do you really imagine that the employees pay attention to your darling? If someone were to snatch that kid up you know that parent, who isn’t parenting, would be the first one crying a bucket of tears.
Also, the parents with the phones. Can you not spend any time talking with your kids? Reading to your kids? Nope, obviously not since your phone is sooooo much more important than your spawn who is running around acting like they’re at a park. I’m sure you don’t watch them there either. You know, you took the time to have the kids, could you spend a little bit of time interacting?
In all this craziness, I never blame the kids. I’m a teacher and I know how kids are. They need to be taught. I put all the blame where it belongs, on the adult. As my Mom once said to me, “Once you have a child, you no longer get to be the number one priority. Your child is.” And this is why I never wanted kids. I made that decision. I wish some of these other people had made the same one.
And that was my Wednesday soapbox. Now run out and check out what the other bloggers have on their minds.