Today was one of those days for me. It was a very typical day, doing very typical normal things for me. I have a hard time finding the best possible time to go grocery shopping without taking the kids and it ending up being a circus act. So I find myself going to the store more and more after bedtime. I actually like going that late, it is usually very quiet and I can get the shopping done in record time.
So tonight was one of those nights. I made dinner, did dishes, got all three kids in bed, and as soon as my hubby got home from work (it's a late night for him) I headed off to walmart. I didn't have a big list this week (I know... amazing!), but I did need to stock up on food for Josh. I was elated to find the Gerber 2nd foods was on sale and bought more than I intended. Not that he won't use it all, but I usually just buy a week at a time. So anyway, I was in a pretty excited mood after finding I could save .45 per package. I finish all my shopping with a spring in my step. (OK not really, but you get the idea)
I get up to the check-out line and load all my stuff onto the conveyer belt. When the nice cashier gets to the Baby Food... she says something like this... "Oh, Let me guess, your baby is about 7-8 months old." I pause for a second wondering if I really want to explain why my 21 month old is still eating Gerber 2nd foods. I decided against saying anything and didn't comment. I know she probably thought I was rude and I hate her thinking that, because I actually am a nice person and don't mind talking to the cashiers. I just have had this happen so often lately... some sort of comment while I am buying Baby Food, either asking how old my 'baby' is, or they try to guess. Today it was one of those days where you just kinda snap. I don't want to defend Josh to anyone, let alone someone who knows nothing about him. The few times I have just said something like 'oh, my baby is 21 months', I usually get a 'what's wrong with him? or Why is he eating baby food?". I just feel like there are times I want people to just ignore me and not ask questions. How many of you have that same thing? Just doing very random, routine things you feel like you have to defend your child or their disability? It was just one of those days for me. I just wish there were places to go where you don't have to be on gaurd every moment. How many of you feel the same way? And what do you do? What have you done to get past it?