McDonald's Life

On Tuesday an after preschool playground playdate was cancelled due to rain. The mom and I decided to go to a McDonald's with a playland to let the boys run around. Son is like a puppy, if he doesn't get a good run/romp every day he's gonna wet the carpet or something. The mom that I went with is super nice and we're both about the same size. About 4 other skinny (and also nice) preschool mom's showed up with their boys too. So the kids had a blast. But here's my observation. The skinny moms ordered NOTHING for themselves but diet cokes. Then they nibbled off their kids meals. I had a chicken sandwich and the mom I was with had a cheeseburger. But is this what you skinny people do? Not eat? Cause that blows. I don't think I can do that.

Then today we ended up at McDees again. I misread the Tiny Tumbling form and thought son's class was today. When my ADD self pulled up to the deserted village rec center I knew I was up shit creek. The class is actually held on Saturdays, not Wednesdays. So, off to playland again to let them romp and make up for my mental spazz. I had no idea by the time we left the place I would be crying in the minivan. Bawling my eyes out actually.

There was a dad and two young boys, probably 4 and 6. The dad seemed drunk, slurring and wobbling. But for all I knew the dude had MS or something so I wasn't judging. Then the lunch progressed and he got meaner and meaner to his boys. He would grab their arms and get in close to their little faces and just snarl. His face would get twisted up in a way that let you knew you were seeing only a teeny tiny tip of his full anger. The 4 year old kept hiding behind the dad's back like a puppy that had been kicked. The 6 year old stood up and yelled, "Why are you so mad all the time! Why you gotta be so mean to us all the time!". Which embarrassed the dad enough to keep himself in check for oh, about 5 minutes and then he would snarl again.

What freaked me out was that everyone had their heads down into their meals. I had no cell phone, so I quietly walked over to the manager and said that based on his behavior and slurring I thought that this dad was drunk and the police should be called so that he doesn't drive home with the kids. I figured even if he wasn't drunk it was a good excuse to run interference. We waited about 20 minutes and no police. I knew by the time I got to a phone this dude would be gone. I just wanted to snatch up those little boys and run. My only consolation was that the kids were clean and well dressed so I hope there's a mom somewhere that cares for them a bit better. But man, I was just a blubbering mess after seeing this incident. All I could do was go home and hug the heck out of my kids.

11 comments:

Vali said...

Aww! That's awful! I wish there was more you could do for the man's children...or that you could track him down or something...that's so sad. :(

Mamma said...

I'm glad you were brave enough to say something to the manager. Did they just not make the call?

Oh I hurt for those kids. Children are innocent. They don't deserve it. People who treat children violently deserved to be stoned in a public square.

I don't know how to spell the sound I'm making right now. Suffice it to say I'm so mad I could spit.

Mamma said...

I'm glad you were brave enough to say something to the manager. Did they just not make the call?

Oh I hurt for those kids. Children are innocent. They don't deserve it. People who treat children violently deserved to be stoned in a public square.

I don't know how to spell the sound I'm making right now. Suffice it to say I'm so mad I could spit.

Lotta said...

Ugh. I know. I know. I'm still shaken up and asking myself what ELSE I could have done!

Katrina said...

Ugh...just reading about it makes my heart hurt. Makes me wanna snuggle my little ones a little harder.

Angelina said...

I think I'm going to cry now too.

A.J.Reams said...

I'm proud of you...you did the right thing! It makes me sad that no one else stepped forward.

Oh, The Joys said...

Ugh! Terrible about the boys and their Dad. Awful!

Re: eating - there is much eating to be done - but none at all in the land of Ronald.

re: blog for a year - pshhhhhhh - no, friend. NOT AT ALL. Not even a teeny bit. Go for it.

Judi said...

Proud of you and your heart Lotta! I saw an incident as a child of a Mom hitting her little one or two year old across the face at a grocery store so bad she got a bloody nose. She turned around and continued her shopping while the big brother who must have been 6 or so got plastic bags from the produce section and tried his best to clean her up. I stood there shocked as a 7 year old myself. I walked away and said nothing but was quiet the rest of the day. At this moment I am 35 and 8/12th years old and still think of that baby and her brother. Since then, I've actually stepped in on one occasion of possible abuse and never looked back. I think you used a level head and a full heart and did what was necessary. Power to the Mama's!!

Slackermommy said...

Don't be fooled. Those skinny bitches go home and binge. Some might even puke or exercise 3 hours a day.

sillychick said...

nothing gets a lump in my throat quicker than to see a child hurt...I think I would've been crying right along with you.