I want to apologize to you. I or my daughter might have been the topic of conversation with your girlfriends at Starbucks or a the random subject of a tweet you sent out with #crazylady or #justtryingtohelp.
It was a Thursday and you wouldn't know it but it is my son's Occupational Therapy appointment. It also happens to be one of the busiest days of my week. Drop of kids at school and sitters. Work. Therapy. Oldest son Football game (I always miss the first half). Dinner. Bath. Bed.
Yesterday or Thursday you saw a sweet helpless little girl crying outside of Pediatric Therapy Associates. The one on Austin HWY...the one next door to Golds Gym where you were probably going to or coming from. My little Tula bird was in the midst of a tantrum as four year old's do. She managed to dip all of her micro toys in MY Gatorade then put them in her basket that dripped all over the waiting room floor. We went to the bathroom I washed them off wrapped them in a paper towel then put them back in my mini van (gulp).
She was not happy in fact she fell to the floor screaming and crying. I wanted to do the same thing. I wanted to yell and make empty threats like counting to 3. I felt that I needed a time out. I breathed heavily. Tula screamed and yelled. I sat down. She screamed and yelled. Now by no means is the place where my son receives therapy a library and most parents who sit in the waiting room week after week understand but when your neuro-typical able bodied 4 year old screams and cries over toys you can't help but feel the heat from the eyes sitting in the waiting room. Might be just be in my head. I don't know-what I do know is that my daughter was crying VERY loud in a VERY quiet waiting room at 5pm.
I decided to put my daughter outside. I figured she could cry in a safe distance from me and me from her to give her the illusion that she was by herself getting it all out when she was just a plexiglass away. I sat down watching her and hearing her muffled cry when I got called to the reception desk to talk about billing and insurance and their you came. So nice and caring. Even through my rage at my insurance I could see how concerned you where with this little girl. I opened the door and I said I was here. Tula had told you that she couldn't find her mommy when in fact I was on the other side of the door. She told you that I was lost to which I replied I was "lost in here" pointing to the waiting room.Trying to be funny but it most likely came out as rude and a bit like an asshole. I'm sorry.
You were just being human and checked on a crying kid. I should have very briefly explained the situation at least. I didn't I was a jerk. I hope I haven't deterred you from helping crying kids in the future. You know even moms can be dicks sometimes.
So to you nice pretty lady that went to help my daughter I want to say thank you for your kindness and sorry for being such a jerk.
Just the Mom.