The Title Says It All

So I like to write and I need to vent, a lot usually. My job is not focused on writing but I can guarantee it will provide ample fodder for posts. I thought about writing a "mommy" blog and then I almost choked on my own vomit. For those who do it, more power to you but that is not me. I LOVE People I want to punch in the throat, she writes like I think in my head. So i figured that may be more my speed. I am not saying I will never wax lyrical about my kids/family/dogs/fish etc, but if you want mushy go somewhere else. I am pretty much a genetically predisposed smart ass who tries to keep her oral filter on for most of the day. Some days it works better than others. But I plan on using this blog to enlighten the people who choose to read it to the wonder that is my daily life.

For instance, my mother and I went to the movies to see "The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo" this past weekend.I don't go out much, as a mom of 2 boys, one of which has Down Syndrome and who has a medical regimen that would do my deceased grandfather (who was a doctor) proud, it is just easier to not to have to explain it all to someone who is not familiar with the situation. Dad was off work that day so I relegated him to kid duty and decided to indulge in some "me" time. About midway through the movie my mother took out her phone to check the time. As she is unlocking it (yes my mother has pass coded her phone, like the dust bunnies in her purse are going to make calls to god knows who) some douche bag in the row behind us says in a loud voice "could you turn off your phone." Seriously? It was not like she was making calls, or playing a game or something. She was CHECKING THE TIME! Even if she had a watch on who can read those in the dark anyway? I almost said something when the movie was over, but my filter was working better that day, plus I try not to be a TOTAL bitch in front of my mom. However, this may sound bad, but if you have a handicapped kid you have to be able to use that to your advantage somehow right? So I have decided if I am ever in that situation again I will turn to said douche bag and say very "sweetly" Sir I have a handicapped child at home, and I am making sure the sitter is/was not trying to reach me. If you have a problem with me making sure my HANDICAPPED child is OK by glancing at my phone to make sure I did not miss a call, PLEASE let me know. Usually when you throw out the "H" word people feel like shit for whatever they did. Is my kid handicapped, yes. Is my kid extremely disabled, no, he can walk,play, breathe unassisted etc,  but speech is still a struggle for us. So in reality a sitter may need to get a hold of me if she could not understand my son. So, technically I would not be lying, just bending the truth to make an asshole deservedly feel like and ass hole. Match Point Movie Douche Bag!Why is it you always think of the best come backs a day later? Oh well, at least I am prepared if that ever happens again!