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The Bully claimed Freedom of Speech

So, we’re at the pool and I notice the kids with me have gradually got in the way of a man swimming laps. I asked them all to move and most do. One of the boys with me hasn’t yet moved. He’s on his way but the man is swimming right at him. This man knows the boy is there, he’s touched him with his hands for the last two strokes of his arm.
At this point I think to myself something isn’t right.
I keep my eye on them. The man has backed my friend’s boy into the wall.
The Man stands up over The Boy looks down at him and
YELLS “GET THE F*** OUT OF MY WAY”

Totally unnecessary. Absolutely uncalled for. Did I really just see that? Perhaps, I was daydreaming. I do that sometimes. But my heart immediately begins to race and I’m not even sure that I heard what I thought I heard but I’m pretty sure I read the situation correctly. I ask The Boy “What did he just say to you?” He was scared. He was sure he had done something wrong and afraid to repeat what he just heard.

The Old Man was again swimming his laps. I reach for a ‘noodle’ (the foam long floating things) and I poke him in the head. He looked up surprised. ‘Did you curse at my kid?’ I asked. My blood was boiling. {Picturing my heal kicking him in the face.} He acts as if he can’t hear me and lets me know he’ll be done in 4 laps.

Believe me. This was a good thing. Breathe…. Breathe…. Deep Breath… Breathe… I think I was able to get my blood temp down to just below boiling but it didn’t stay there for long.

This S.O.B. gets out of the F***ing pool. Breathe… Deep Breath… Ok, try again.
The Old Man gets out of the pool in his disgusting Speedo bathing suit and says “Are these all your Hellions? Keep your little hellions under control.” I no longer needed to confirm he cursed at my boy (ok my friends boy) now I feel like an angry Mama Bear. Still trying to remain calm on the outside, I reply “I respect that you were swimming laps but that doesn’t give you any right to curse at ‘my boy’ {You, son of bitch. No I didn’t curse at him. That was just one of my fantasy memories}
“Have you ever heard of Freedom of Speech?” he replies “You’re worried about them hearing curse words? They hear way worse than that from their buddies at school.”
I’m floored. He actually believes that what he did to the Little Boy was OK. He actually believes that Freedom of speech is in place so he can intimidate little kids and woman. He actually believes that what he did was right? Sadly my only response is “Are you kidding me?” He gets his towel and starts to leave. My 2 year old says “Mommy he’s going bye, bye?” “Yes” I say “Say ‘good riddance’ honey. Hasta la vista,” He turns to me as he’s walking out the gate. “You’re so worried about your Hellions hearing curse words but you allow them to break the pool rules by having toys in the pool. I have every intention of getting your pool rights revoked.” Um really? Can he do that? I didn’t know they couldn’t have pool toys. I never actually read the rules. Who would’ve guessed that kids couldn’t play with toys in the pool? So, I yell as he’s walking down the street. “You’re a BULLY. How can you live with yourself? You like living your life as a BULLY?” and that was that.

I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. I’ve thought over the situation over and over. A friend mentioned I should have beat him with the noodle not just poked him in the head. I fantasize about running into him at the grocery store and letting everyone in the store know he’s a BULLY. He picks on 9 year old kids. Then I can claim “Freedom of Speech” right? The really sad thing about the story is The Boy doesn’t want to go to the pool anymore. I’m hoping in time his fear will go away.

What's stuck in my head!

Have you ever got a song stuck in your head? I bet most people have. It's OK when it's one you like. Even then it gets annoying. All morning I've had not a song, more of a chant in my head. I can't seem to shake it. It's much like the chant in the Wizard of OZ. Lion and Tigers and Bears Oh MY. My chant goes more like this.
Laundry and Dishes and Sweeping and Mopping, laundry and dishes and sweeping and mopping. laundry and dishes and sweeping and mopping, laundry and dishes and sweeping and mopping. And on and on.
I'm not complaining about what I do. Those aren't even the only things I've been working on today. I just have it stuck in my head and it wont go away.

Happy Mother's Day

MOTHERS

Real Mothers don't eat quiche;
They don't have time to make it.

Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils
Are probably in the sandbox.

Real Mothers often have sticky floors,
Filthy ovens and happy kids.

Real Mothers know that dried play dough
Doesn't come out of carpets.

Real Mothers don't want to know what
The vacuum just sucked up...

Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?'
And get their answer when a little
Voice says, 'Because I love you best.'

Real Mothers know that a child's growth
Is not measured by height or years or grade...
It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother.....

The Images of Mother

4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!

8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!

12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't know everything!

14 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother? She wouldn't have a clue.

16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's so five minutes ago.

18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!

25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!

35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.

45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?

65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she
carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she
shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

She Did It.

Park days usually turn out pretty fun. Today was especially great. My 5 year old climbed a tree for her first time. When we first got to the park she wanted to but said "I can't Mom." I new she could. She's a strong kid. By the time we left she climbed the tree, walked across a small branch and jumped off.
I'm So Proud!

"Can't Never Did Anything"

Fitness Log

week 2
4/26 Day 4 2.33miles 36 minutes
week 1
4/24 Day 3 2.28miles 35.31 minutes
4/22 Day 2 2.18miles 35.01 minutes
4/20 Day 1 2.01miles 35 minutes