... just never seem to shut up. It's talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, generally in a high-pitched "animated" voice, either to the kid or some other middle class parent. It's exhausting just hearing them. Whatever happened to quite reflection?
SHUT UP
Friday, May 11
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Golly, where did you encounter such a horrid MCP? I found one the other day who was talking so loudly that I sat 5 tables away from her to read my books while she gushed and blurted verbally to her 2 friends.
I could still hear her. So I moved another 4 tables away.
I could still hear her. Her voice was nasal, whiney, high pitched & loud loud loud.
Eventually, I sat around the corner from her & we were seperated by a wooden wall. I STILL HEARD HER.
So I went to a bookstore and sat in their comfy lounge by the window & sunggled in there to read instead. Now I know where to go first time round instead of putting up with that kind of ear bashing crap. ugh.
Oh CAW they are on the fucking train every fucking morning. They crowd the cafes every fucking weekend. I'm so tired of them and their incessant chatter. "oh would you look at that, a car, can you spell car? what colour is that car? does daddy drive a car? no, daddy rides a bike doesn't he? a blue bike with a bell and a light! Would you like a cake? what kind of cake? we make cakes at home don't we? we take cakes to play group don't we? when do we next go to play group? we like play group don't we? you have friends at play group don't you? what are their names? ........ SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP - it's not as if the kid ever gets to answere the fucking questions anyway!
Ops, grumpy pants are back on.
Isn't the whole idea to let the KIDS talk so their brain develops?
Perhaps the offspring of these parents are more into sign language, if you know what I mean. lol
lol.
Sounds like the Playcentre we were at yesterday - exactly as you described it, 2 seperate tables of them. I haven't noticed it before as we tend to hang out at home, or with kindreds in their homes, or at the park.
Anyway, I was listening ( as I read my "Good Weekend" from the week before ), and my son was off playing, and I was thinking "is this what i'm supposed to be doing?".
I don't think I talk enough.
I like the quiet...
I love the quiet - my mum would chat with us but there were times when she told us to be quiet too, or just let us be quiet, entertaining ourselves with games, colouring books, books, or just day dreaming.
Oh, & I forgot to mention another place I wish they'd shut up, outside my bedroom window on Saturday mornings, coming to or from the market. I've had them standing outside my fence lecturing little Tarquin or whatever about the plants in the garden. I just want to read my paper, in bed with the quiet cats & the coffee! Not too much to ask surely??
Ahh yes, the inner city thing.
I've been thinking alot about this post.
I used to work with a woman who had no life. Her poor son was 'the best, greatest, strongest, smartest, tallest'. He ended up being sexually active at like 6yrs old. It was all a bit weird for me.
So anyway, the running joke with those that breed from my ex-office is "just don't end up like X"
Which I worry about, as the sun does shine out of my son, so to speak.
BUT
I meet so many people ignorant/uncaring of the needs/wants/cares of others, and like, I put up with my own kid's crap, but I don't wan' no extra ok, lady ? Little Tarquin can go and bleep-the-bleep-off.
If my son is misbehaving, we're outta there.
So I keep this in mind when out& about. Do not subject your child's cuteness on a non-relative.
I do not like the children of others. As a rule.
So anyway, why I came back to this post is this: Little Tarquin's mother doesn't give a sh!t whether little Tarquin knows a Pansy from a Posie. What she WANTS is for people to notice her ( hence the voice ) and think "what a great mother"
What she's always been is: clueless, and she's probably already passed the gene on to her excelled and most magnificent offspring.
JMO.
And.
My child sh!ts all over their kids.
So there :p
;)
H&B I think you've pinned it down - it's show offs that peeve me. I didn't like the loud "look at me" girls on the school bus either. I guess that because we live where the yuppies choose to breed it's that particular brand of show off I'm always exposed to.
You sound a lot like my mum, she was never particularly keen on any other children but her own too (and she barely tolerated us through gritted teeth some of the time too, I imagine)!
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