This morning I had to go out and get some supplies, when I got home and put them all on the table, they looked so good I decided to take a photo of them - don't they look yummy!
Also, my cute little purse must have snuck into the shot so as to appear in my blog! Cheeky...
I have had a lovely morning, taking out all my children, with the wonderful company of my mother-in-law, & sisters-in-law Kate & Anna. We all go and have coffee and talk about everything, and laugh and have a great time. It seems that we must have been too happy for some people's social acceptability today, we were verbally abused - twice!
Who can believe it! I was called to the front of the cue at McDonalds by the girl behind the counter, and a man in the que next to me decided it should be his turn instead, so he started yelling at me! Now, I get VERY passionate about injustice - so I spoke back to him. Which abusive people don't want you to do, you're supposed to bow down and cry - not me...
I turned and spoke to him like I would any misbehaving four year old and said "how rude!" Well this incensed him, and he yelled again and called me every four letter word under the sun! I was shaken inside, but I didn't show it, I won't let someone like that control me. I carried on and just continued ordering the juice for the children, and the staff were very nice about it all.
Then later on someone yelled and swore at my mother-in-law because apparently Sean, my cute little blonde three year old was in his way. Even if he was, (which he wasn't) I ask - was this an incredible failing on Mum's or three year old Sean's part? A failing so severe that she deserved to be yelled at and called names? No...
Later I was thinking, this is a small unpleasant thing really, but there is a BIG principal. There's often going to be someone in the shops who is rude and abusive when things don't go exactly their way. The wisdom I have on this, is they cannot control the way I behave in response. Sometimes it is best to ignore them, but today when this man started shouting at me and calling me names, I thought it was best to respond and show him that he could not make me be a naughty little girl. He was in the wrong, not me. This response I warn you, makes them angrier... But as I said earlier, I have a lot of passion for justice, and I feel that sometimes you have to speak up.
I even stuck up for a girl behind a counter once when a man started shouting at her because he reckoned something should be a different price....
I figure if I let wrong happen in front of me, then perhaps I am condoning it...
Shell xx