I've Given Up...

okay...not really. But, according to some randos strolling around Hobby Lobby, yes. I've "completely given up".

(In an effort to not vent with each post, I have actually posted a couple of things on my "love" and "teach" pages, if you care to see something sweet and uplifting. If not, continue enjoying my story of the day.)

So I'm at Hobby Lobby today with my sweetie Kyle, and it's about 9:30 in the morning. I was pretty exhausted yesterday and this morning, so have I showered? No. Is my hair nice and clean? No. Am I in comfy track pants and a sweatshirt with minimal makeup? Yes. Well, this woman approaches me as I'm trying to choose scrapbooking papers, and compliments me on how adorable Kyle is. I thank her, and she continues talking to him. This is fine, and this happens often as Kyle is a little flirt, so I continue looking at my items while texting my friend to be sure I'm purchasing the correct papers. I'm trying to multi-task here while keeping my child in the cart. Well, she asks me 100 questions, small talk, yada yada, and I thank her several times and walk away.

I pull up to the cashier and we're behind her. She begins to talk about how cute he is again, how he must be a little stinker, etc. and I continue to respond with the normal mommy banter while silently wishing this hooker would hurry up and unload her cart so I can get the heck back home. Then out of the blue, she busts out...

"Yeah, it's funny...how little ones like him...they make you just...give up! Haha...yeaaah, you just give up on life and everything...you don't wear makeup anymore, you probably haven't showered in days, you wear sweats everywhere and it's like, hey, I have spit-up on my sweatshirt and formula on my pants...and it's okaay! Haha...yeah, it's funny how you just...give up on everything! Haha...well, have a great day! Byeee!"

Uh, really!? Are you serious!? Needless to say, I checked out, stared at my minimal makeup face in my rear view mirror for five minutes trying to dissect her comment, then drove straight home to hide my hobbit self indoors. The rest of the day, I keep thinking about why I keep coming into contact with the craziest people? Everyday I leave the house, I seriously have a weirdo story. 

Perhaps it's because I've spent the last years of my life surrounded by young children and teachers. Teachers in general are kind, sweet, rarely abrasive (unless you're a pregnant Sarah), and I feel very comfortable around them. When teaching, I knew who I would see everyday, I wasn't worried about getting offended or embarrassed, and I started believing everyone in the world was as intelligent and nice as the 50 something teachers I worked with. Now that I'm staying home and amongst the public on a daily basis, I'm shocked at the weirdos and awkward people I run into every week. Seriously.