From my lovely seat at the front of the office, I’m perfectly positioned to hear conversations from every corner. This morning, the loud clucking sounds are coming from the kitchen. One woman says “I just got a call from L” (another of my coworker’s daughter who is babysitting for the first woman). “She said E doesn’t want to go to swim practice so she called so I could tell her she has to go” -insert loud cackling and 5 minutes of teasing about how their kids all hate going to swim practice and blah blah blah-
Tell me, preppy bitches, why you force your children to do swim team? Is it because you all live in an affluent area and that’s what the kids do, period? Way to take the fun out of being in a pool. A few weeks ago, they were all bitching about meets and schedules and rained out practices and the extreme time commitments… quit showing off for the fucking world and let your kids do something they like which doesn’t require signing in blood or spending 30 hours at the pool WITHOUT playing and having fun.
Sometimes I wonder why I ever liked these women, their ideas of parenting are so fucking crazy it makes me want to punch them in the face. They all OVER parent, which is a side effect of being a DC metropolitan native, in my opinion. One has a daughter entering Kindergarten in the fall and has apparently been researching schools and meticulously stalking potential teachers at said schools for YEARS. YEARS! Another has a child entering second grade and is already stressing about getting her into the advanced academic program after she takes a particular test this year.
Hey bitches, calm the fuck down and let nature take its course. We live in one of the best fucking school “districts” in the country, relax yourself. Your kid’s gonna get a better education without you hovering over their little heads every 5 seconds.
Oh, by the way? It’s my job to answer the phone and transfer calls to you. Why don’t you go back to your fucking offices and do some work so I don’t have to come track you down when your husbands call every 10 fucking minutes like I’m some sort of personal answering service.
Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk I hate mornings.