Observations

Yesterday was a busy day for the 3 of us girls. We had a few appointments in our previous town and ended up bringing our school work with us to do in the waiting rooms we spent our time in. Interesting how waiting rooms turn into observation rooms. Maybe I am just cursed with the observation gene, but I am so aware of others. In the pediatrician's waiting room I found a few families interesting. A set of grandparents waiting for their very young daughter to finish with her babies visit. (thought: Are they just being supportive or are they helping raise this little one?)

I also noticed that our schooling was intriguing to another mom with a preschooler. She ended up drumming up a conversation about homeschooling and how she was HS all the way through high-school, but she has her kids in public school. She said they respond to other teachers better than herself. (thought: I haven't heard that reason in awhile of why someone doesn't HS and why do people feel the need to tell me why they don't homeschool.)

I always notice when someone has a new baby with them. A beautiful lady had her new baby in the infant seat and she spent her waiting time on the cell phone while her baby drank from her propped up bottle. (thought: I bet that little one would love cuddle time while she eats even if she isn't breastfed.)

And then there was the Mom in the waiting room that caught all of our attention. She had to take her little one to the bathroom for a "sample". She came storming through after the staff shooed her out of their private bathroom. As she walked across the room her screaming preschooler yelled "Mama" the whole time. This didn't not result in the mama slowing down. Then when they stormed through again when they were done in the bathroom, the little girl did the same thing, yelled "Mama Mama" the length of the room. Everyone looked up and watched them parade through the room. They even caught the children's attention. (thought: give her the benefit of the doubt...then I noticed her "JESUS" shirt and cringed.)I noticed when we were checking out, that same mom and this time her daughter was screaming about the lolly pops and stickers.

Now before you think I am too judgemental this is what I sat there thinking of myself. We look like we have been living out of the car for a few days (reality: well, just today). Of course I homeschool, look at my Birks and chipped toe nail polish. (reality: I really need a pedicure). We are hogging the kids magnetic car sand table. (reality: this is a great area to do our worksheets and look...we are studying magnets.)