I don’t know your name I’m afraid, and I’m pretty sure you don’t know mine.
My name is Clare, and those 3 noisy, annoying, badly behaved kids behind you belong to me.
I’m terribly sorry if we disturbed you when we turned up 3 minuets late today at Mass. We obviously did because you couldn’t stop rolling your eyes and tutting under your breath at us.
I know the baby is a nightmare at Mass. That’s because she is 2 years old. That’s why she isn’t wearing any shoes today and will only ever wear her Elsa dress. It is also the reason she can’t sit still for more than a second and she has no self conciseness about shouting at the top of her voice if something annoys her. It’s because she’s 2.
I’m not sure if you ever had children or grandchildren of your own? I’m not sure if you remember what a 2 year old is like to deal with at Mass – and at all other times of the day and night? That’s right – she behaves like that ALL the time, not just at Mass. It’s because she’s 2.
I suppose it would be easier for me to control her if I didn’t have the other two hanging off of my back and whining at me as well.
Tbh with you I don’t enjoy it either. It would be fairly safe to say that it is one of the most stressful parts of my week. I much prefer taking the older two to the evening mass on my own where it is quieter and they don’t get distracted by their sister and all the other badly behaved toddlers. But my husband likes us to go to Mass as a family, and he hasn’t come to Mass that much recently, so if he shows interest then I am not going to argue with him and put him off coming.
It does strike me as being a little bit strange that if little kids annoy you so much, that you would choose to come to the family mass – but I guess that’s your choice. There are other evening masses with much fewer kids that you might prefer.
I’m sorry if I ruined your mass. But it’s not really your’s is it? And I’d just like to clarify, if there was any doubt in your mind, that every roll of your eyes, every tut under your breath, and every glance sideways at your husband totally and utterly destroyed me. I’m trying my best here, I really am. And I would really have appreciated some help, or at least a friendly smile.
And btw I did notice you looking at my belly and no, I’m not pregnant, I’m just fat – just incase you were wondering.