Why Do I Have To Be A Trouty Mouthed parent To Be Heard?
January 29, 2018
I’m sat here fuming. Over boiling in fact and quite ready to let rip (*whispers – which isn’t me). And it all comes down to something so very simple. Why do I have to be a trouty mouthed parent to be heard? Whether lining up at the supermarket check out or a reception desk, it doesn’t seem to make any difference.
I Don’t Feel Like I can Be Myself
As in, my normal self if I want to be heard. I’m not shouty, trouty or a que jumper. I like to wait my turn, speak in my usual voice and be polite to the people I’m speaking to. But what if my normal is making me a push over? What if being shouty trouty IS the new normal?
I’ve spent a lot of time on the littles manners. Making sure she is polite, calm and in the face of frustration, doesn’t follow suit in unsavoury behaviour (in public). But perhaps I’m doing her an injustice in this. Because it seems that polite gets you nowhere these days!
Testing Out My Trouty Mouth
I’ve been suffering from a really gross chest infection and have been on strict orders to rest and be as stress free as possible. At some point (almost) every day this cannot happen as I face off against an almighty trout face who refuses to acknowledge me (I’m not invisible!). It cannot be avoided, and let’s just say, last week, even as I looked as white as a sheet, wobbly legged and wheezing like there was no tomorrow, there was no mercy. At all.
I’m pretty sure it’s being ill that’s made me so emotional, but two days in a row I have been sobbing to a bewildered Mr Button. So, I sucked it up and went all trouty faced to see if it made any difference. *slightly feebly as I’m still an infectious mombie.
Trouts R Us
But, you know what? It worked! I hate to say it, but it honestly did. The first time I tried it I was met with the same icy blank unmoving glarey starey face. But, channeling my inner trout bag, after being ignored, I lent over and across the reception desk and errrmmm hollered for some help to someone at the other end of the counter. *ok, so it was my version of hollering, but even I was pleased with myself! Shock! She hollered!! I got taken seriously. #win.
I’m pleased to report that I didn’t even need to do that the next day. I simply charged in like a determined (demented) trouty mouthed parent and trout face not only acknowledged me, but also smiled at me. Yes it was a very faint upturning. But it was there!
I’m still a strong believer in treating others kindly and in the way I would like to be treated myself. But, when push comes to shove it seems that trouty mouthed parents rule!
*Disclaimer: I’m not suggesting that you should become a trout bag.