SHE people... SHE!

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to see yourself from SOMEONE ELSE'S point of view? Imagine the questions that could be answered... Am I REALLY having a good hair day? Do I ALWAYS roll my eyes when I'm bored? Can you tell what kind of mood I'm in by the look on my face? Maybe it's just me but some days I wish I could see myself and my interactions as they happen.. Really be that fly on the wall.. I'll give a "for instance" of what I'm talking about..
Yesterday while my two older children were at school, my baby and I went out on a few errands. One of those errands landed us at the grocery store as it tends to do. The store itself is amazing! I mean NO squeaky carts, TONS of self checkout (Yes I would MUCH rather do it myself..), everything is CLEAN and there's a ton of variety. Not to mention it's close to home and never seems to be crazy crowded. It's brand new. Literally. So my daughter (the baby all dressed in pink with pink toys sitting in a purple car seat with a pink blanket draped over it...) and I got a cart and went inside.. I said that it's never really crazy crowded which is TRUE, HOWEVER... Because I'm ME and craziness seems to follow me constantly.. I ran into just that.. CRAZY. Let me be clear on something really quick, I know that sometimes when it comes to babies.. Sometimes you just DON'T KNOW what the gender is. You know you've walked up and used a very gender casual phrase like "Awe.. Your baby is so cute" Not.. "Awe.. She's so cute" if you're not CERTAIN that it is in fact a SHE. Ok, well.. If you were to walk to me and you see my baby decked out in all pink with all kinds of pinks and purples around her... Would you even think twice about her being a HER? Yeah... ME EITHER. Back to crazy. So we're strolling down an aisle looking for cereal when a woman comes up to me and says "Oh! Look how precious.. How old is he?" This has happened before.. Not with all this PINK everywhere, but still... The person saying it could be older, have not so clear sight or just be in the habit of saying HE. So before I even start to get annoyed, (Ok, MORE annoyed..) I turn and look at her. She's not old... No glasses.. Not squinting.. She's just looking from my daughter to me just smiling waiting for my answer... I say "She's five months" and I get this in return.. "Oh, you're getting big fast aren't you? My nephew just turned one, little boys don't stay little long do they?" What the hell??? My only explanation aside from her being dumb is she must've been color blind..? It would be cruel for me to put a boy in THAT much pink. To be honest, we were probably pushing the limits with a girl and that much freaking pink! I told this crazy lady "I have three girls and they all grow fast.. especially her." (taking my daughters hand..) The lady smiled and I started to walk away before anything ELSE came out. I skipped a few aisles just to be safe and fell back into my grocery getting groove. Not FIVE minutes go by and here comes Miss See's No Color again! I stay focused on the shelf and don't give her more than my peripheral vision.. And even with NO acknowledgment WHATSOEVER, she takes it upon herself to stop by my cart AGAIN! Now it's "Hey again sweet boy" Oh lady.... stop squawking and keep walking.... She looked at me with a smile again and this time I REALLY looked at her face... She had a stare piercing my face like we went way back or something.. (Trust me, we didn't!) I shot her a small smile and pushed the cart again leaving the aisle completely. You know that feeling you get that you're being watched or something? YES! EXACTLY! It didn't matter what aisle I was going down, if I looked up, BOOM! There she was!  It made me feel like that few awkward moments in the cereal aisle was the first time another human had come in contact with her or something and now she was just enamored.. I was more than ready to go. Was I done shopping? Probably not... But still.. I paid for what was in my cart and got the hell out of there. As I crossed  the parking lot and opened my hatch to my car I couldn't help but play the psycho music in my head. You know the music with the shower scene.. Yes.. It played in my head and every time I went to grab a bag from the cart I just imagined her standing there with that crazy smile right before she grabs a wine bottle and knocks me out with it. (Or whatever else a crazy person would use as an attack weapon from the grocery store!) The baby was in the car, the cart was put away, I closed the hatch, got in my car and locked the doors. I sat there for a second scanning the parking lot just in case... Then I thought about it again.. I wonder what kind of look (or looks) I had on my face in the first aisle... Was there a hidden gesture I did that said "Follow me!" that I wasn't aware of...? If I could've only been a cereal box that day... (I would've said a bug but the store is BRAND NEW!) I'm convinced that  maybe not all of her lights were ON up there in the old attic and for all I know she had a hearing problem and didn't hear me say SHE more than once... All I know is there will always be that random ass crazy person that will find you one day or another... Whether they're there to push your buttons or they just are really crazy... that I'll never know.... Good night Tuesday... -Super Mom