So today we were in church, I was worried about going. Mike and I went out last night until like 1:00 (!) and we were tired and grumpy and Anthony has had a pretty crappy and I do mean crappy long weekend. But it went well, so much better than I thought it would. Felicity won the Worst Behaved in Church prize, because she wanted to walk up the aisle by herself, she was very bad walking up to communion and just in general she is noisy/bad, but even she wasn't too bad.
This bad thing happened, though. At one point Felicity went back to the old confessionals, and I walked to the back of the church to keep an eye on her. I want to see her but I don't want her to see me, because if she sees me she behaves worse, usually. So I was skulking in the back and this woman I know from Veronica's preschool class walked in. Her son is Veronica's age, and she has a little, maybe two year old girl and she is super pregnant. She is also super cute, which I admire, so I was looking at her and admiring her long skirt. She walked in the aisle two rows behind Anthony and Mike, then her two kids, and then her husband. I saw him look at Anthony and then gesture to his wife to move into the next section. She said, silently, why?, and he kind of shook his head toward my boys. She just shook him off and sat down - well, she didn't sit because we were at a standing point but she made it clear that they were staying there and this grown-ass man put his hands on his hips, like in frustration, like *MARIA* does when she is angry.
Ooh I was steamed! You know, you are not perfect!, I wanted to yell at him. Your kids can be jerks just like MY kids can be. You'll still be able to HEAR him if you move to the next row, you scumbag, so I guess it's maybe just that you don't want to see him. That's so mean, isn't it? I'm not crazy, right? I mean, even if you don't want to sit where the boy with autism can be in your line of vision, maybe it would be smarter and kinder to talk about that shit in the car where I don't have to see you. So anyway, I went back to my row and I turned around and gave that guy a look that I hope said I Saw You, You Creep and I will Thank You Not to Look at my Sweet Son Like That Ever Again. Also I hope it said You Look Just Like a Petulant Little Kindergarten Girl When You Put Your Hands on Your Hips Like That. I have a degree in theater so I am really hoping it all came across, ha!
THEN Anthony was getting a little noisy right before communion so Mike took him outside for a breath of fresh air, not a drop of which was available in that hot box of a church we attend. Felicity ran up the aisle at that point so I carried her out until she wound down. Mike and Anthony went in and I was standing right behind the last pew, waiting for Felicity to come in, when the guy's Veronica-aged son started flapping his hands like Anthony was doing! I mean, he was TWO rows behind them! I caught the kid's eye and just sort of shook my head at him and he looked SHOCKED and HORRIFIED and then HE cried and his mom comforted him. I mean, I know I am a bitch but I wanted to flick that kid in the forehead - you're crying? You get comfort because you were making fun of my son and got caught? I mean, I am a bitch because he is just a little kid, and it's something my kids would totally do. Yesterday we were at Lowes and I was trying to find someone to help me, I was with Veronica and Maria, and we saw this Lowes guy on the phone. I said well, I don't want to bother him, let's find someone else and Veronica said, hey what happened to his arm? His arm was in fact NOT in his sleeve, but I said, Veronica. You can't talk about people like that. So I'm not unaware that little kids can be obnoxious but of course, Veronica didn't pull her arm up through her sleeve and wave it around, she wasn't making FUN of him in the way that this kid was making fun of Anthony.
I didn't turn around to shake their hand when it was time, I was mostly busy shaking the hands of the people in front of me but also I just can't. It's hard for me to be nice to people I don't like when all they've done is EXIST to piss me off, let alone someone who is actively mean to us. I don't know - I just feel like - it's CHURCH, aren't we all there for the same reasons? Is there nowhere where we are safe from judgment and cruelty? I guess not and THAT is depressing as hell.