Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Dear crazy grandparents at the beach
I am HEATED about this. This is a full on bitch rant. You've been warned.
Dear Poppy, and grandma (at least, that what the 18 month old was calling you)
The sand is FUCKING HOT. Your grand baby is not crying because she is a brat, she is crying because the sand is burning through 2 layers on her thin baby skinned feet. You look like careless, abusive, idiot jagoffs. When I went over to you to suggest the sand is hot and maybe you should help her out [I opened up with "this is non of my business.... BUT,"] because my 5 and 7 year olds were doing the hot sand dance, you blatantly ignored my plea. I hope you break your fucking hip you heartless bastards.
NO joke. After the grandpa said "no she's fine" I walked away. Then I heard all the other beach goers pipe up "c'mon grandpa! The sand is too hot!" and what not. She was barefoot, in a bathing suit wearing a sun hat. Every time she tried to take a step on the hot sand she screamed bloody murder. WTF?!?! You're going to tell me that that's OK? That's "she's fine" when obviously she isn't? I'm HEATED PEOPLE!! TOTALLY HEATED ABOUT THIS.
*on a side note. My daughter forgot her shoes. I gave her mine. Halfway to the car she said she was OK and that I could have my shoes back. What a toughie. Then again, the girl hates to wear shoes.... EVER. Does anyone else find pairs and pairs and pairs of shoes and socks in the car? Why? We're in the car 5 minutes and she's already peeling everything off her feet. I'm like, We're late because I waited for you to get your socks and shoes on. Now we're more late because I have to wait again for you to put your socks and shoes on AGAIN. ugh. Why can't they make shoes like they make mittens? With a string that attaches them to the belt or something.