At Gael's football class there are these two annoying yayas (nannies) that seem to think they are at a party and not at a 3-6 year old activity. One of them plays music from her phone. Not too loud but loud enough for her to annoy the hell out of me. As if that weren't enough, she is constantly yakking with her seatmates. Where do you live? Is your kid good? Are you happy with your employer? Just like when you're watching a movie that has so much dialogue you really have to concentrate but there are these two women behind you backstabbing a friend of theirs and you can't concentrate, end up not getting the scene at all and it ruins the entire movie for you.
Shut the fuck up!!!! I'm watching the drills and the game. I yelled at her in my imagination. Don't tell me, I know what you're thinking, what a wus. Yup, mothering does the strangest things to you like be nice and considerate. Where's the fun in that?
For weeks I've purposely seated myself a good distance from her and I've been able to avoid a nasty confrontation. I cheer with extreme passion and volume, hoping to ruin their conversations. As my luck would have it, it rained last Monday and the class was moved to the covered court where the roof thoughtfully bounced yaya's incessant phone music waves right into my ears. I am convinced this has got to be some test from the Gods and I have a feeling I will only pass if I keep my cool.
I'm trying my best to behave, be a good example to Gael and not pick a fight. But it's so damn hard. Come on, she's certainly is asking for it. Well, the truth is I already yelled at a cop (in my defense, there was no violation and he was looking for a bribe so he did deserve it) in front of Gael just a few days ago and he decided to tell all his friends, classmates and teachers. Thanks, buddy.
So I'm left with no choice but to bite my tongue, count to 10,000 and be a figging role model for my earthling.