chick fight!

Today was one of those days. When you just want to go back to bed. But you can’t – you have to suck it up and go about your day.

My headband totally gave me a headache. It seemed cute at home and really lame in the bathroom at work. Not worthy of a headache so I took that baby off and dealt with weird smooshed hair.

The stitching on the elastic band of my cute flats broke. So before I left work I did what any normal person would do, I grabbed the stapler off my desk and did my own quick “fix” to get me home.  Sigh.

I got to daycare and planned to take the handicapped spot in hopes of avoiding extra steps and having staples stab my foot. Tuesday is just too early in the week to deal with blood.

Parked in the handicapped spot was a seemingly healthy, young woman sporting leggings, tall boots and taking her sweet time buckling in her child. It was obvious that she was parked there out of sheer laziness. I instantly hated her.

Maybe it was my headache. Or the fact I had to go to the bathroom insanely bad. Perhaps my despair over my shoe. Fear of the staples puncturing my flesh.

I like to think it was a combo of it all. I wanted to turn into Hulk or a WWE wrestler. I had crazy urges of running up to her and knocking her down, pulling her hair and calling her lazy. I’d dent in her car door with my super hero strength and run away and hide in my car.

Rest easy, none of this happened. I parked on the street and walked.

I must confess I took a picture of her car. Made me feel better, like I was going to send it to the police department and they’d stop over at her house and school her on how to be a good person…

Looking forward to a fresh start tomorrow. As for tonight, I’m sending myself to bed.

people who suck

Wisconsin winters are usually not fun. Slippery sidewalks, wet floors, focusing to keep my feet and crutches on dry surfaces so I don’t crash.  I think I mentioned in a past post about how I tend to use my handicap sticker mainly when the weather is bad. It makes life a little easier.

Well, this winter season has been amazing. The weather has been unseasonably warm and we have had little snow. My front lawn is still remotely green! It has been fantastic, the best of both worlds. I like cold weather but I also cherish the ease of a non-slippery world.  With all that said, I have a major soapbox with lazy people.  I apologize in advance if I offend anyone that’s not my intent. This is just my personal beef and I know everyone has their reasons. Not my place to judge. But I’m human and I do. Guilty as charged.

I can’t even tell you how often I see people parked in handicapped spots who appear quite capable of the extra 50 steps to park in a normal spot. Every time I go to Walgreens by my house I can’t help but notice a car parked in a handicapped spot with no sticker or a person sitting in a running car while their loved one shops. That’s real neat that they stayed in the car and kept it running, but regardless they are occupying a spot that could be used by a person who actually needs it.  It makes my blood boil.

My son’s daycare is located in a busy area with heavy traffic. However, the side street offers an entire block of angled parking. There are always a ton of open spots.  They also provide one handicapped spot that is located in the daycare driveway.  Next to this spot is empty driveway space that has NO PARKING signs because of the large trash dumpsters. 

It’s amazing how people who can afford to pay 12K+ a year for daycare also never learned how to read. Simply mind blowing.  Every day I observe educated and loving parents park in these restricted spots while they run in to get their children.  I’m horrified by their lack of compassion for others and how they are teaching their kids to bend the rules without even knowing it.  I can’t even tell you how many times I have climbed a snow drift or slowly made my way down an icy sidewalk because the spot was filled by a person with two strong legs. Yep, by a person who can run, jump, carry their baby on their hip and easily tackle the harsh elements. 

With all this said, I am thankful to be me.  I’m not lazy.  I’m the person who gives up my seat to an older person even if they might think I need it more. I respect others.  I hope my son grows with a heart of compassion from living with a mom that’s “different.”  I pray he holds doors, gives up a close parking spot to make life easier for another who really needs it and I also hope he has the courage to {kindly} call out those people who suck.