You know, my attitude is you need to be as nice and accomadating as possible to everyone, because you never know what kind of crapfest is going on in their universe.

And because I realize that not everyone has that same attitude, and because I realize we don’t all wear signs displaying our current drama or our fragile emotional state, I am able to forgive.  And so to the few who have made my currently difficult situation, that much harder, I extend my hand of forgiveness to you.

To the lady at the Children’s Museum in Everett who wouldn’t let me take my stroller in, I forgive you.  It is clear to me that neither you nor your manager (whom I also forgive) has any children.  Because if you did, you wouldn’t try to convince me that taking my 18 pound sleeping child  out of her stroller and putting her in a backpack would not waker her, and would not be a burden to me. You would not have gone on and on about how everything was a hands on exhibit and then saying a snugli was a good idea, since those things are a pain to get kids in and out of to use such "hands on stuff" every ten feet.  Plus, it really wouldn’t be safe for my kids to get lost in your gigantic facility while I was farting around with a baby wrap.  If you had ever been in my shoes, you would not have tried to convince me that hauling around my clunky carseat (where I might have to set it down somewhere, where it would be more likely to be tripped on by someone) was safer  than pushing my stroller around.   But whatever, you didn’t know about my fragile little world, and so hey, I forgive you.

To the Bank of America man, I forgive you for not giving me the letter I needed for my mortgage lady.  You don’t know how homeless I am, and how desperate I am to get my loan approved.  If you did, you would have been able to "make up a letter" not in your arsenal of currently approved forms.  You did sound like an idiot and I wanted to ask you how much you got paid, since they don’t allow you to create documents.  But I forgive you, and I hope you get a better job soon.

To the credit union lady who said I couldn’t make a deposit at your facility, and then told me that there wasn’t enough money in my account to close it, I forgive you too.  It was the computer’s fault.  I asked it to direct me to a place with actual tellers.   And to your credit, you at least got nicer after I started to cry.

And to the man who with your car backed into my shopping cart with my sleeping child in it, and nearly hit my free roaming son as I left my disappointing credit union visit, I forgive you too.  None of us were seriously hurt because you backed out so far and weren’t looking in your mirror and since I’ve backed into my fair share of automobiles, I kind of understand.  Just next time will you please, please look where you are going?  But honestly, I forgive you.  If I didn’t this whole post would be about you.  Stuff like this sometimes happens.

I just wish it hadn’t happened to me today. 

And I hope I can forgive myself for all the stress-related eating I’ve been doing lately.