On Friday I spent the day Christmas shopping with my Mum and Beanie Boy in Cambridge, yesterday I managed to escape for a day on my own into Peterborough and the Mummy Matters family headed to Milton Keynes. Our first stop was the fantastic Ikea (bit odd for Christmas shopping you might think but we just love it!) and a bit of shopping followed by lunch. Then it was over to good old TK Maxx to see if I could find any last minute-ish bargains. Since I needed to buy for Hubby and he needed to buy for me we decided it would be easiest to split up so Little Bean came with me and the boys went with Hubby.
All was going well, Little Bean was behaving reasonably well to say that she was bored but as usual we played a few games and sang silly songs as we made our way around the gifts department. To make it all a little more fun for Little Bean I always intersperse my browsing with a trip to the toy department for Little Bean but this was where our day went horribly wrong. Just as we were looking at some of the girls toys a trio of girls approached us aged between 4 and 6 (I’m guessing) and told us “you’re in our way”. I looked at them in shock and decided to ignore their rude behaviour. “I said, you’re in our way so move” – seriously this was the eldest of the three girls speaking to me like she was an adult. My mind rushed with how I should react to this, I wanted to tell her where to go but I had to consider that my 3 year old daughter was standing next to me so I calmly and politely said “if you ask nicely then we will move” but the girl replied “you can just f*** off lady, don’t you tell me what do to do, get out of our way”. Again I responded calmly and said “you are a very rude little girl, now go away please”.
This time one of the younger girls piped up and told me that I was “an f***ing old hag” and that I was probably “on the rob” anyway. All this time Little Bean stood quietly by my side pretending to be very interested in the toys and totally ignoring the girls until the eldest girl said “oi is she your daughter? Cos she is f***ing ugly as hell”. Ok that’s it, be rude to me but DO NOT bring my children into it, I bent down to the oldest girl and asked if she’d had an opportunity to look in the mirror recently and then I took Little Bean’s hand and walked past the girls to look at the toys around the corner. No word of a lie, every aisle we walked down the trio of brats would come and terrorise us. I hate to be stereotypical here but when the girls started speaking I immediately knew which community they were from and it was not a community I wanted to get mixed up with. A relative of the girls appeared and spoke to them in a dialect I didn’t understand and the girls quickly shut up and moved away, until the woman walked in the opposite direction and then they appeared again this time the middle girl put her foot out as I walked past and tried to trip me up.
When I am shopping with Little Bean she wears a child’s harness so that I can keep her close by as she has a tendency to wander but of course this became a point of interest for the girls. “See lady, even you think your girl is a dog, that’s why you’ve got her on a lead”. As we were looking at the boy’s toys the girls approached a small boy who was probably about the same age as Little Bean, they whispered something to him and then he turned to me and spoke in the same twang, “oi lady, these are boy’s toys f*** off to the girls toys with your ugly girl”. OMG my veins were burning with anger and still Little Bean was doing so well to stay quietly by my side. Again I took her hand and walked away towards the woman who had previously shut them up. The girls didn’t see her and continued their barrage of abuse at us and so I calmly turned around and said “just go away and leave us alone please” loud enough for the woman to hear. She looked at me and then to the girls “Shannon get back to ya mother will ya”. Again the girls left.
Determined to get right away from the girls Little Bean and I headed downstairs to look at the Christmas decorations but within minutes they were behind us again, hurling abuse after abuse and the eldest who was holding a dog collar in her hand actually whipped me with it. By now I’d had more than enough so I took Little Bean by the hand and turned to leave the store, Little Bean suddenly feeling brave turned around to the girls and said “you’re really horrible girls, you leave my Mummy alone” and then quickly headed for the door but as we went to leave through one door, the eldest girl went out one door and blocked our way out of the store saying “oh have we frightened ya now Mrs, are you running away” and at this point I placed my hand in front of her so that she stepped back (without touching her) and walked away. Little Bean immediately said “do you think we should find Daddy now, I don’t like them girls”.
I have never been so frustrated in my life, I would be horrified if I ever thought my children were behaving like that but my thoughts go to the children who probably have to attend school with these girls. That is an experience I never want to repeat.
Have you ever experienced behaviour like that from children? How did you react?