So, honestly, that's not really my beef at the moment... but it ties into what frosted my cookies in a MAJOR way today.
I needed to bust out of the house this afternoon, and decided to take Miss Paige on a shopping trip to Ross (you know, the discount shopping store akin to TJ Maxx and Marshalls). I was on a mission to find a cute, inexpensive, non-maternity sun dress that would fit my very-prego body for a BBQ this weekend. After scouring the racks, I found a few very cute options. BUT - given my current beachball shape - I wasn't too confident they would fit. So I decided to go try them on (something I honestly RARELY do - I'd rather return later). Since Paige was with me, I had her in the shopping cart... which translates to me needing to use the "Family/Handicap-Designated" fitting room so she could come inside with me. No big deal, right? WRONG! Here is what happened next...
So the particular Ross store I went to only has one of these "Family-sized" dressing rooms - clearly marked with a large sign on the door. It was occupied, so I waited. After about 5 minutes, a woman emerged to look at herself in the three-way mirror. Because of the angle I was sitting at, I could clearly see into the dressing room when she opened the door... and lo and behold, there was no "Family" in there with her! No stroller. So shopping cart w/ child. Not even a standing child. She was in there ALONE! As she went back into the dressing room, I figured she would hurry up since she saw very prego me + baby obviously waiting for that particular dressing room. Unfortunately, I was wrong. For the next FIFTEEN minutes, she slowly tried on one shirt at a time, came out to look at herself in the three-way, and went back into the dressing room. In an effort to calm myself down (and avoid tacking this extremely rude woman) I began explaining the Etiquette of Dressing Rooms to Paige in a very loud voice. By this point, TWO other women with babies/strollers in tow needing to use the "Family" dressing room had gotten in line. As the Queen of Rudness emerged to look at herself in the 50th shirt, all three of us mamas gave her the stink eye. She really couldn't care less.
So I went back to the fitting room attendant and told her about what was going on. The attendant apologized, knocked on the dressing room door and asked the woman if she was alone. She confirmed she was, and the attendant asked very nicely if she would mind moving to one of the 25 other single-person dressing rooms since there were multiple women with strollers waiting to use that particular room. And then it happened - the response none of us expected - the Queen of Rudeness says, "Absolutely not. They can wait like everybody else."
I'll give you a moment to pick your jaw up off the ground.
As I stood there shocked, I decided upon two feasible options: One - Leave the store ASAP before I lost my mind. Two - Rush the dressing room door and physically drag her out. Because I don't want to give birth to my son in jail, I chose option one and left. I don't blame Ross at all - but I couldn't stand the thought of giving that horrible, vile woman another second of my time or energy.
Now, there was a time in my life - Before Kids - where I would've waltzed right into the Family dressing room to try on my clothes. However - if I saw a woman with a child waiting, or even worse, was asked to go to a different room - I would have been out of that room in less than a second, apologizing profusely. There is a reason those special fitting rooms exist. Just like Handicap Parking. And New/Expectant Mom Parking. I think having a baby about to fall out of your va-jay-jay should give you at least a little special treatment. Or, having babies/young children in tow should elicit a twinge of compassion. But in the majority of instances, it really doesn't. And I've found other women (mostly the middle-aged variety) are the WORST when it comes to empathizing with young moms. They've been there themselves - shouldn't they remember what it was like?
So, after all that, I ended up getting a really cute sundress at Old Navy for only $15 and some adorable sandals for Miss Paige for only $2.50 each. At least the day ended on a high note! : )