Sometimes you wonder about parenthood
The windows are open as I swelter in the eighty plus degree heat. As I wait for my work computer to finish processing its trend data, I hear a woman’s voice outside:
Woman: “ARGH!”
Woman: “What the hell is the matter with you?!”
Child: *begins to cry*
I peek out the window to see a mother drag the child indoors as the door slams shut. Before she made her exclamation, I thought I heard something like a child tripping or falling or some sort of accident type within their minivan. It wasn’t anything huge, and the child seemed relatively happy from what I could discern.
What’s scary about it all is that those children are good kids. The oldest sings happily a lot, and takes care of her younger brother a lot. Definitely too young to do so, but she happily does it and her brother tries to imitate her by also singing. There’s a little baby, but it takes after its siblings, then it’ll be good-natured too.
What I wonder about is the woman. She gets annoyed with her children, it seems, but yet has a third? And her children aren’t even hellions! Sometimes you really wonder about some parents.
