I hate to break it to you, but if you're a smoker, you stink. I am not trying to offend anyone (as my opinions often do), but it's true. Smokers just smell bad. I don't care what you spray on your clothes or what mint you pop in your mouth. You just can't cover up the smell of smoke.
Around 5:30 tonight Ben and I were still at work. Ben had Owen with him and it was past feeding time. So I went looking around the Temple for them. I found Ben and he wasn't holding Owen. A sweet, elderly, smoker lady was hugging on the child. I am not overly protective. I don't mind others holding my baby, but Owen was really fussy because he was hungry. The kind woman got in Owen's face repeatedly saying, "What's wrong Baby?"
I answered, "He's hungry. It's about 30 minutes passed his feeding time. I need to go nurse him."
She then said, "That's okay. I can calm him down. See? He's crying less now than he was a few minutes ago."
I bit my tongue and thought to myself, "Hand him over, lady!" Instead of losing my cool I softly said again, "I really need to take him now or he's going to start screaming like a mad man. He's very hungry." I even held out my hands for her to hand him to me and she still didn't! She just closed her eyes, bounced him and said,
"You're okay, honey."
At this point I was mad at Ben. Not that it was his fault. But I had to be mad at somebody and it was he who gave Owen to this lady. Ben walked in and as we stood behind the woman I mouthed, "TAKE HIM NOW!"
He started talking to Owen saying, "Alright, champ. Let's go eat."
One would assume that the kidnapper would take the hint, but she didn't. Owen is still crying, the woman is still hanging on tightly and I am starting to think we have to be down right rude to get our child back. What really started to upset me was that Owen started sucking on her clothes and neck - and she of course didn't stop him because she thought it was sweet. Now this person is a major smoker. The kind of smoker that you can smell as soon as she enters the room. I was totally grossed out by the sight of my son sucking on this woman's smokey, smelly neck and clothes. When Owen wouldn't stop crying she held him out in front of her to start talking to him face to face. I didn't give her the chance. I cut right in, scooped him up and said, "We got to go" and walked out. By this time Owen is screaming and as I tried to snuggle him on the way to the bathroom all I could smell was smoke. His hair, his clothes, his skin - all smokey.
Some of you may be thinking that I am really picky. I don't care. Think what you want. But everybody loves that "new baby" smell and let me tell ya, NOBODY would think my baby smelled sweet after tonight.
By the way, did you all hear they passed a new law in California? It is now illegal to smoke in your car if you have children with you.
Needless to say, Owen will be getting another bath tonight.
Friday, November 02, 2007
Posted by Kelly Glupker at 8:02 PM