Soccer mom from HELL....

That is what I was today... MOM-ZILLA GRRRRRRR......

The lil' guy plays soccer.. It is the cutest thing and the kids have such a blast.

We were enjoying the game when one mother on our team bends down and starts talking to my older son, Jay. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what she was saying to him. So I walked over and I hear her interrogating him about something that happened on the school bus last week. I interrupt her, and ask her what this was all about and she said she heard my son pulled another kid's jacket on the bus, a first grader. Now no one called me about it or even mentioned it to me, so I had no idea what she was talking about.

I got pissed... PISSED...

"Please don't talk directly to my son about anything. I am his mother. If he did something wrong or there is a problem, then please speak to me, not him."

Then she went on about how she didn't mean to be disrespectful, and that she was friendly with my son (since she sees him at daycare in the afternoon) and how she wasn't reprimanding him...

WHAT?

"Oh. No. You are not my son's friend. He is 9. He doesn't have adult friends. I have boundaries with my children. I do not purport to be their friend. I appreciate your input as a member of our community, but it is not appropriate to speak to my son. I have a problem with that, and a major problem with the fact that you don't understand why that is a problem."

Is she kidding me? I then stood between her and my son to ensure she would no longer speak to him and so that she would keep her fucking mouth shut. After a bit, my friend asked me what was going on. I told her briefly and she said that her kid doesn't even go to my son's school, so how would she know what was going on?

WHAT?

I go back over to this woman after the game, and said: "I just want to make sure that you and I are clear about your not talking to my son. And by the way, our kids don't go to school together, so what gives you the right to address an issue your son couldn't have even been a part of or possibly witnessed?"

"Come over here, I'll explain.."

"I'm right here. Talk to me right here."

Where did she want to go?

I never heard someone talk her way in and out of so many knots. I was actually enjoying her squirming.

The conversation ended with my telling her, everything is fine between us, and this "miscommunication" has been resolved. I really didn't have the energy to continue.

Oh.. I asked Jay about what she was talking about and he had no idea. Mind you, he has been sitting in the front of the bus behind the bus driver since the beginning of the year because of his sprained ankle, so I double anything happened at all...


Don't mess with the soccer mom from Hell.....ugh.