No Screaming Children Will Be Tolerated


This post is inspired by Dear Reader Quaid’s rant on Facebook this morning about screaming children and parental paraphernalia on his flight…which led into an interesting debate of sorts, wherein I stated in support of my single, frustrated friend:  “Parents and their screaming kids should be restricted to their own living spaces until the kids are old enough to be beaten in public for showing their asses. I can say that. I have 4.”

Did you know that there are actual policies in place in certain public locations such as restaurants where if you bring in children who disrupt other patrons they will politely ask you to leave, thank you very much?

Why don't you tell us how you really feel, Jackass?

I have a love/hate relationship with this school of thought.  On one hand, I should probably be very offended by all of this.  But on the other, I like to imagine that I am a single person with no children when I am out and about sans the ankle biters.  That goes back to my tendency to deal with stress via escapism.  In those instances, other people’s screaming children really bug me.  You might imagine that given my life experience, I would be empathetic to the feelings of the poor mothers, but ultimately I just think, “Hey dumbass!  You knew this was going to happen!  What the hell were you thinking, bringing your two screaming kids to the fanciest restaurant in town on a Saturday evening?”  It never ceases to amaze me.  I thought for a while that my kids didn’t know how to act in public because I didn’t expose them to the public often enough.  I told this to Zohrhubby a couple of weeks ago, after church, when we were stopping by the grocery store to pick up a few things to make lunch. 

Me:  “We should take them all in, instead of leaving them in the car this time.” 

ZH:  “What?!  No!  I don’t want to.”
Me:  “They will be fine.  They are old enough and it’s time we teach them how to act in the grocery store.”

ZH:  “Oh my god.  This is going to be a MISTAAAAKE.”

Me:  “Quit being so dramatic.  This is what people do.  We got this.”

By the time we left the grocery store, I was exhausted and one of my kids had a slap mark on his or her arm.  I’m not naming names, but Little B is fascinated with the feel of raw meat against plastic.  Zohrhubby has an exactly proportional fear of E Coli poisoning.  Those two personality traits do. not. mix. well.

So, I will continue to venture out in public with my strict “No more than one human being under the age of 10 in tow at any given time” policy.  That, I can work with. 

As for all you other young parents who feel like you have every right to have your kids in public no matter what the situation is:  You are so very wrong.  I stand by my previous statement, and assure you that you will be a much happier person in the comfort of your home while your kids are screaming and throwing tantrums.  If you must leave your house, for God’s sake, get a sitter.  No one but those few individuals who have reasons to love this kid should be exposed to this:

Bless her heart. 🙂

Thanks for listening to my little rant.  I feel tons better.  Feel free to disagree, but you have to put it in writing for it to count. 🙂

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About zohrbak

Zohrbak is an old email username I had a while back...it's a made-up twist on two characters from Spaceghost. Zorak and Brak. I'm a geek. I am a married, working mother of 4 children, ages 4-15. I also have interests outside of my children, but I can never remember what they are.
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5 Responses to No Screaming Children Will Be Tolerated

  1. YaYa says:

    The only time you would attempt to take all of your kids to one store at one time is RIGHT after church, b/c you’ve got that fuzzy happy feeling of I can conquer anything!! Little B reminds me of YaBro C in so many ways and when Mom would take all 3 of us into the store she had a paint stir stick and if he took his hands out of his pockets, she would smack his hands. To this day, if I’m in a store and you see me, notice where my hands are, in my pockets…

  2. Amen, sister! Same thing with bringing your 3 year old to the 11 pm screening of whatever R-rated movie you and your spouse just can’t wait to see. (The generic “you,” not you, Zohrbak.) I remember once in El Paso a woman brought all her kids to a late-night showing of Sleep Hollow and let them play in the aisles the entire time. Reeeeal classy.

  3. quaid says:

    Wow, I’m so honored to have inspired a post! Yay! (But I’m still pissed off at all the damn strollers.)

  4. Heck yeah! I’m a single mother of a 16 month old. Gabe is usually well-behaved; I can pretty much take him anywhere. BUT. There have been bad, bad, BAAAD moments. We leave when he starts acting out. No sense in making everyone around you miserable because you can’t, or won’t, control your child. And I hate parents who bring their kid(s) to the movies. Seriously, unless it’s a children’s movie, leave them at home! Furthermore, those of us who live down south are not opposed to spanking. Hell, we were spanked as children (spanked — not beaten) and it didn’t leave any scarring that therapy can’t handle. 😉

  5. Aimee says:

    Rotflmao.

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