The Therapist

A trip to the spa today was quite relaxing.

My last stop was to get my eyebrows cleaned up a bit. Very much needed.

I was starting to look a bit werewolf like up there.

So I'm not sure what it is about me, but strangers always feel so comfortable telling my everything... and I mean Everything.

The woman doing my brows decides she's going to tell me about her mommy-ing after I shared with her that I have a set of twins.

Her son, she says is f-ing annoying and she swears she will not have anymore kids.

Wow. Ok.

She then goes on to ask me not to judge her before she says what she did this morning.

Her son who's two years old, threw his breakfast on the ground.

So once breakfast is done it's done.

He comes to her a couple hours later saying he's hungry.

She gives him a bag of chips because she's getting ready for work and doesn't have the time or patience to make anything.

Yeah, I think to myself, I can totally relate.




Who hasn't had that moment or moments where they just feel like f-it.

You know when the kids have been sweating all day and you just can't find the energy to bathe them.

Just do a quick wipe down with a wet rag instead.

Yup, works like a charm.

Or just don't wipe 'em at all.

Just do a quick pajama change.

Perfect.

Nope, your teeth look clean to me. Don't need to brush them tonight.

Or those times when you don't feel like cooking lunch and you just ruin there appetite with snacks galore.

Goldfish, apples, cheese, and the list goes on.

Basically whatever snacks you have on hand.

Everyone has their moments.

I get it.

And I pass no judgement.

For some reason though, I can't get out of my head the way she talked about her own son.

She went on and on just about how annoying he is. The way he wakes her up everyday saying "Mommy mommy wake up." And then she says, he wants me to make him breakfast right away.

Goes on and on about every annoying thing he does everyday. Says there's no way in hell she will ever have more kids because they're just so annoying.

Just a bit sad to say, but for that moment in time, I judged her.

I thought to myself, what the hell. How can someone be so angry with a little two year old?

Someone like you should not have be having any kids.

And good for you that you are aware and you recognize it.

I soon stop myself and begin to shift my mind set.

Who am I to judge this girl?

I don't know what else she has going on in her life.

Maybe she's got it rough, raising this baby all on her own.

Maybe she has no one to talk to about these kinds of things.

Or maybe just maybe today was just one of those days where you just feel like shit and you feel like life is only  going to get worse from here.

There's even a possibility that she simply just finds her son annoying today.

Who am I to judge how someone chooses to release their own frustrations?

I am no one. No one at all.

I shouldn't judge anyone.

Not even if I thought I knew their entire story.

Because everyone deserves to have those days.

Those days where you just say whatever the hell you want.

If it makes you feel better, do it.

If it relieves some stress, say it.

Don't worry about anyone judging you.

At the end of the day, all that really matters is that you know who you are. And you are happy with that.

So I'm glad to say, the therapist is here to stay. All judgement aside.