On Saturday, I dropped by my bank to make a deposit while Dan waited with Mio in the car. I got a little irritated at the incompetent teller, who told me my card was cancelled and had me wait at customer service for fifteen minutes, only to find that my card had not been cancelled after all and that it was perfectly fine. Needless to say, I was irked that she had wasted my time. (Fifteen minutes is valuable when you are a new parent going on only four hours of sleep!)
The teller then proceeded to tell me:
“Don’t get upset. It’s bad for your baby.”
At this point, I was fuming and wanted to retort “I already had the baby, you presumptuous dimwit,” but I held my tongue and silently stomped out of the bank. Once back in the car, I burst into tears and told Dan that we needed to start stomach crunch bootcamp for me ASAP.
But seriously… who says that?