From where I sit (iPhone entry)

My youngest daughter, Maddison, is at choir right now. So as I do every Tuesday morning I am sitting here listening to music with my headphones in. All these women sit in the little coffee shop at church and chit-chat while they wait for their kids too. They are mostly middle aged house wives who focus more on status than they do substance. They glance over every now and then to the corner where I sit and I can tell they are judging me. I’m sitting here in a “cereal killer” shirt and a Superman hat. I’m the only man here. I guess they think that being there for your kids is a females job. When they look at me, I smile. They don’t. They look away and pretend I don’t exist. I assume that they think I don’t have a job or something. I really don’t care too much. There are a few that know my ex, so that doesn’t help. She works here part time so I can only imagine what some of these women think. Some of the younger single moms look at me in a different way, but I always just smile and go back to listening to my music or jam my nose back into my book. I’ve been a fairly devoted Christian for about ten years now and I still haven’t gotten the hang of dealing with the older folks around here that feel like believing in God somehow entitles them to act like they are better than everyone else. I thought knowing Gods love was supposed to be humbling? It is to me at least. There is one mom here who brings here older kids that she home schools. She clearly spends more time finding a headband that is the same shade of pink as her handbag and shoes than she does teaching her kids. I talked to her 13 year old last week and he seemed like a good kid, but I was trying to help him with his school work and he didn’t know who Lincoln was. I asked if he had at least heard his name on TV and he said he is not allowed to watch television. What the hell is this woman doing to her children? Now I’m not saying you have to let your kids watch tv, but there is a lot out there that they will need to know before they try to make it in the real world and you may not be able to show them.

Anyway, choir is almost over so I’m going to go grab my kid.

And sorry about any weird typos, I wrote and posted this from my iPhone.