I mean real bitches. I seen them all around today. Everywhere I went there they were. I think they were literally following me, getting disguised so I won’t recognise them. Or reality is so cruel and there are way too many bitches in the world.
I am a pacifist but when you step on my toes I am going nuts. I know I might piss off some people with this post but I really don’t care right now. I mean why do I have to be so polite and pretend you are not a cow when you make me wait in front of the baby changing toilet for ten minutes so you can do whatever? The fact that you have a buggy full of shopping bags does not give you the right to use that only toilet. There are so many ladies toilets one floor up. I swear there are about ten of them. Oh, I am sorry. You are a buggy owner. Yeah. That doesn’t cut it. Where is your baby? I can swear he is about 4-5 years old and you still use the pushchair cause you are too lazy to carry your bags and watch the kid as well. You lazy cow. I am sitting there waiting for you to come out of the toilet. I have a real baby in a pushchair and she needs to be changed for real. Get your fat ass up the stairs like a normal person and use the loo there. If the lift is not working that doesn’t mean you can’t get one floor up. It only means you are lazy.

You know what’s the thing? I just stared at her in shock and I couldn’t even say a word. I was speechless. Felt my blood pressure raising, I had this image in my head when I punch her in the face and say bad words to her but I just couldn’t. I whispered: what the “f”? only for me to hear, changed my baby and off I went to where I needed to go.

I decided to just get over it and mind my own business. I found so many excuses for that woman so I can just calm down. But when something goes wrong expect another thing to go wrong as well. I decided to go H&M and look for some track suit bottoms for Ruby as I love them. They are so good for this time of year and they got such lovely designs plus a quick shopping spree does good to the morale. Nice way to ruin this in a second. Baby section is upstairs so I had to take the lift. Pressed the button and waited like a normal person. When the doors opened I feel a push over my shoulder. Another bitch almost knocked me over so she can take the lift. We can both fit you twat. I do have a pushchair with me but it is a pretty big lift. The world will not end if you don’t get upstairs this second anyway. Again I just swear in my head hoping she will apologise. Of course she didn’t cause she was raised in the woods so here I was riding the lift with this rude bitch feeling my blood boiling. So I start counting to ten, doing my breathing exercises that I learned in yoga class. I breath and I count so I won’t punch her. Bloody hell. Where are all these rude women coming from? Haven’t I been out on a Friday afternoon in Ealing shopping Center before? Maybe I just went on Tuesday mornings and Thursdays around 3 pm and I didn’t even realise that Fridays are banned for normal people.
But once again I breath and try to calm down. Why shall I make a scene? I am better than that. I was raised a pacifist. So I decide to go get what I want and leave. And I forgot all about it until I was on my way back home. I had to take the bus being quite late. Too long to walk and I am full on with the weaning process so we have food for dinner. 297 it is. Packed as usual. So I wait for people to get in like a civilised person. But not everyone is. While waiting for all assholes and dickheads to get in front of me while staring rudely like I am an alien for wanting to get inside the bus with a buggy there I see her. The ultimate bitch cutting the cue and getting in before me. And it was her. The one I always judge. The one with a giant 4-5 year old sucking on a dummy while lazily sitting in the pushchair cause that’s how mamma raised him.
Really? Is this really happening? If I have a brake down now i won’t just see the image of hitting her but I will actually do it. I waited my turn and when I got up I looked at her in proper disgust, told her to be a well behaved lady and fold her buggy so that someone who really needs the space will be able to use it. She didn’t know what hit her so she just done it probably afraid of the expression on my face.
And all happened in just two hours on a Friday afternoon just because bitches everywhere decided to bump into me and ruin my day. From now on try and avoid me cause I won’t be as nice. I will just explode and when I do…God forbid you are around me.

On a happy note, my little munchkin in six months old in few hours. When did time fly? Feels like yesterday she was so so tiny and look at her now having solids and being so determined to stand up.

 

PS: No song today. I got no ideas whatsoever unless you want to listen to Good night moon narrated by Susan Sarandon

Thank you for reading xx