Youth in America?

First, I need to apologize to my followers for staying away for so long. It has been a pretty hectic week!! I do hope to make up for the time missed though.

Now that the apology is out of the way, I will jump right into the topic I want to discuss. Youth in America. I had a horrible experience yesterday at the grocery store that I feel I need to share with you all.

I have been alternating between groceries in order to find the perfect one. I made hubby come with me yesterday because I was just too weak to lift the heavy things. He eagerly obliged and we made it through in record time. As we were leaving we walked across the front of the store on the outside to get to our car. As we were approaching one of the store's entrances, I see a group of about five girls. My stature and their baby faces I would estimate they were about 8 or 9 in age. But beyond that, you wouldn't be able to tell, their faces were caked with make up (probably the equivalent to a Miss AmericaPageant contestant) and such mature clothes for adults much less the children that they were. I watch as they waltz across the lot, getting in the way of people, jumping in front of cars, just all around being annoying and in the way. I shake my head. I'm insulted but at the same time sad that these children are out in a public place, dressed the way they are AND with no adult supervision. I mumble to hubby "where are their mothers?!" Just as the words come out one of the little babies looks at me and says "um excuse me?! where is your mother?!" I was shocked. I took at minute to contain my giggle and reply "honey, I'm old enough to be in public without my mom." I didn't stop walking this whole time because I really didn't want to get in a fight with a disrespectful child.

As angry as I was at the baby for talking to an adult that way, I felt a bit saddened. These girls will never have a chance. They already have the idea in their brain that they need to show their [lack of] business and cover themselves in paint in order to be cool. Not to mention, the store that we were at wasn't in the BEST of places, all I could think of was that one of those babies would be snatched before it is over. Then we would see the mum and dad on the teley sobbing "o my baby, I don't know how this happened!" Well, news flash people, when your children are running around barely dressed with a face of a prostitute and you have no clue where they are wandering around at unsupervised, things like that happen!

Ok, enough of my rant. This all leads me to yet another reason of why I am hesitant to have children. What if we have a little girl and she feels she needs to resort to this to be cool? What if I don't buy my girl a push up bra and thong undies at the age of 6? Ahh! The terror!!!!!

The Coughing Child

**Disclaimer- This post is NOT to offend anyone with children, if you take offense, I do apologize, but it needs to be shared**

Date night arrived with the hubby and it was my turn to select the dinner location. I decided on Olive Garden because I wanted a hot bowl of soup and a nice fresh salad. We waited the usual 20-30 minute wait for a table, due to the popularity AND cold weather of course.

We were seated in a nice cozy corner. I am so beyond happy to be here with hubby, relaxing, and getting ready to enjoy a nice warm soup and out of the cold weather. We are served samples of a new wine, hubby looks at me and can tell I like it, orders two glasses for us. It was romantic. I don't need a five star restaurant to enjoy myself. This is all I ever wanted. It was such a romantic night.

I noticed when we were seated there was a younger couple, maybe our age?, girl covered in tattoos, man dressed shabby, and a child, approximately six years in age. I have gotten spoiled by my friends' children, all well behaved and perfect angels in public places. To the onlooker, you would have thought the same about this child. That was until she began jumping on the seat of the booth. Normally, I wouldn't have been bothered, but on this occasion, I was seated on the side attached to her booth, so with every jump I was bumped a bit from my comfortable position. Hubby could tell I was getting annoyed, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, I took a deep breath and calmed down.

We continued our conversation, only to be quickly interrupted by the child talking right into my ear. She had stood up on the booth and was talking directly into my ear! I turned and gave a horrible look to both her and her "parents" (I do feel bad for having to be nasty to the child, I mean, my God she is only a child and OBVIOUSLY hasn't been taught how to act in public). Her mother quickly yelled at her to sit down and she obliged. I thought that would be the end of it until I felt a small hand on my shoulder. Sheeeee's baaaccccck!!

A little more talking followed by one of the second worst things imaginable, a COUGH, right on my back (what is the first you ask? why a sneeze of course!). Completely disgusted at this point, I am a germaphobe for God's sake, I jumped to my feet and let out a disgusted noise. Hubby was frozen, not sure what to do. "Control your child please." What did the parents do? Nothing, the let the child continue jumping around while they enjoyed their dinner.

I understand that couples, especially young couples, don't get enough quality time together as a couple when they have children at a young age, BUT at the same time, why should my hubby and myself be punished just because they could not take an extra few minutes each time they were out in public to instill some manners in their children. I simply don't understand it. The more and more I see, the more hesitant I am to have children. Is it really that difficult to teach them simple things like this?