For someone who never really had the nerve to speak up about anything for most of my life, things have really changed in the last year. It is easier to talk to strangers than it is to people I have known for a long time. I find myself talking to strangers more and more everyday. Not just behind the privacy of my computer aliases, but in line ups at stores, coffee shops, and random places that my wander lust brings me. It used to be that I would stand stoic in line, waiting for my turn to be next, sometimes grumbling under my breath at the hold-ups. I used to be able to stealthfully slip into stores and get my purchases home with little attention being drawn to me at all. Now, I feel like I need to have a little more patience and to put on a happy face during shopping trips. It’s not that I am in any less of a hurry now, or have less on my mind. I feel like everyone is watching the crazy lady with the cute kid to see what she will do next. Paranoid?
The biggest change in the last year and a bit? For those that don’t know me, I am usually wrestling with an 18 month old while loading and unloading a cart, loading bags, handing over coupons, and paying the cashier. And then if the totals come up wrong, hold on for another endless wait for correction, or worse yet, be sent to another line up @ the service desk to get your OWN money back. Phew…excuse the mid-blog rant. The physics of shopping have changed, so I have had to change too. It is almost impossible to travel unseen or unheard in public places when you have a baby. And the odds seem stacked against you for even the simplist of outings:
1)A stroller or cart loaded to capacity, almost impossible to turn a corner without being Hercules.
2)The Toddler screaming for the snacks on the shelves or in the hands of other people nearby.
3) The mommy brain that won’t let you remember what was on the list you left on the kitchen counter.
4) Getting on or off a bus with a fully loaded stroller and traversing 3 foot high snowbanks so carefully carved by the plows, and hard packed by the cold.
5) I forgot what I wanted to write for this one…
That being said, I can choose to let the frustrations come out and bombard the people who happen to share my personal space. Or I can try to put a humourous spin on the situation. The talking to strangers factor can sometimes pay off. And generally I find that a smiling baby brings out the best in people, and somehow gives them the desire to be friendly in a situation that could be stressful or irritating. Yes, I know there are people who claim to hate children, I have met many over the years. I’m not addressing them today. A smiling baby also distracts people when you cut in front of them in line. Talking to strangers has become a newly learned social skill for me. Apparently it’s not too late to teach this old cat some new tricks. Now if only I could remember what my closing point was supposed to be.