Obviously everyone I met this weekend knows way more about parenting than I do.
Dear Alaska Club Gym Childcare Lady,
I do not care if I don’t have my ‘card’ that you did not give me when I dropped my kids off. No, you are not keeping my kids. I do not CARE if your policy (which obviously was not followed when I dropped them off for the first time ever at your location) is to not release kids to anybody without their special ‘card’. Know what special card I have that should work: MY I.D.
Clearly the child who ran up to me screaming ‘mama’ and crying when I walked in the door- belongs to me. Clearly the other one who ran up yelling ‘dada, dada’ to my husband- belongs to us.
Clearly me turning and walking away from you with MY children is a clear indicator of my opinion of you and your ‘always’ followed (except this one time) policy. And yes, your manager will be hearing from me.
Sincerely, Mom of Two who will not be back at your gym.
Dear Check Out Lady,
Yes.My two year old is having an epic meltdown because she wants cookies. No. I don’t think a nap will help. No, i don’t think the girl scouts have anything to do with it. When I said the problem is she is two, i meant it as the explanation for said meltdown. That is it. And nope, doesn’t make me feel better that you can hear another screaming kid, so its not just me.
What would help is you ringing up my groceries without the commentary and with a quickness. Its embarrassing enough to have a screaming, kicking toddler in the store, nobody needs a breakdown analysis.
Sincerely,
Crazy mom hanging on by a thread in your checkout line
Not Quite An Alaskan Gypsy 