That Mom

I heard "that mom" at the store the other day.

You know the one. That voice that you flinch at as she scolds her child. That mom who seems overwhelmed, cranky and short tempered.

That mom made her three year old ride in the stroller because "apparently you just can't listen today."

That mom ignored her one year old as he whined for something to eat because she was in the line to check out and "you're just going to have to wait."

That mom snapped at the little girl when she kicked off her shoes with a smile and then whined when she couldn't walk around the store. "well now you know why I asked you to leave your shoes on." that mom said with malicious contempt.

That mom was so glad to get her kids back into the car and headed for home that she let out a huge sigh that her daughter heard and asked about.

"Are you a little tired mommy?" the little girl asked as she yanked off her socks and chucked them toward the floor, then whined that she couldn't reach them.

"yes" the mommy replied with another weary sigh.

I was "that mom".

I am "that mom".

I hate that mom.