Last week, in desperate need of a haircut, I bit the bullet and took both kids with me to the hair salon. I've been following the same girl around for ten years, at least, because she does such a good job, but she inconveniently doesn't get to work until 230. So the kids came along and I threatened bribed encouraged them to be mature and courteous so I could get my haircut. (This is mom code for not eating all the Dum Dums in the jar on the counter, not running through piles of hair and not using the words "butt," "poop" or "booger." My standards are not high. Anyway.)
She had a person ahead of me, so we sat and waited. When Johnny announced he needed to use the bathroom, I told him to go ahead and off he went. The bathroom is a single toilet in the back of the salon. As he walked off, the woman sitting next to me looked aghast and said in her best disapproving voice, "Children should always be supervised in the bathroom. Don't you know pedophiles lurk in bathrooms?"
Seriously?
There was a time when I would have felt obligated to explain the details of my decision. Those days are over. She got me on the wrong day. Not only was I tired, but also grouchy because the kids had bickered the whole way in the car.
My first inclination was to snap, "Mind you own effing business," but I bit my tongue. I'm thoughtful like that. My second inclination was to tell her, "Lady, you watch too much Dateline." Instead, I rolled my eyes and said, "He's six. He doesn't need me to wipe his butt." At which point she expressed surprise that he's six and not four.
Again, seriously?
I wouldn't let Maureen go into a crowded bathroom without supervision, but she actually is four. And this bathroom is one room with a single toilet and a door with a lock. While I do take both kids into the ladies room with me at the mall or other similar places, I can't do that forever. At some point, he needs to be independent enough to use the bathroom on his own. And he's my kid and I don't need the approval of strangers.
I think commenting on parenting issues in public is a sticky subject. Even if a person has the best interests of the child at heart, most often the comment just pisses the parent off.
I'm curious--has someone ever commented on your parenting in public and how did you handle it?
She had a person ahead of me, so we sat and waited. When Johnny announced he needed to use the bathroom, I told him to go ahead and off he went. The bathroom is a single toilet in the back of the salon. As he walked off, the woman sitting next to me looked aghast and said in her best disapproving voice, "Children should always be supervised in the bathroom. Don't you know pedophiles lurk in bathrooms?"
Seriously?
There was a time when I would have felt obligated to explain the details of my decision. Those days are over. She got me on the wrong day. Not only was I tired, but also grouchy because the kids had bickered the whole way in the car.
My first inclination was to snap, "Mind you own effing business," but I bit my tongue. I'm thoughtful like that. My second inclination was to tell her, "Lady, you watch too much Dateline." Instead, I rolled my eyes and said, "He's six. He doesn't need me to wipe his butt." At which point she expressed surprise that he's six and not four.
Again, seriously?
I wouldn't let Maureen go into a crowded bathroom without supervision, but she actually is four. And this bathroom is one room with a single toilet and a door with a lock. While I do take both kids into the ladies room with me at the mall or other similar places, I can't do that forever. At some point, he needs to be independent enough to use the bathroom on his own. And he's my kid and I don't need the approval of strangers.
I think commenting on parenting issues in public is a sticky subject. Even if a person has the best interests of the child at heart, most often the comment just pisses the parent off.
I'm curious--has someone ever commented on your parenting in public and how did you handle it?