So today I went to the Ash Wednesday mass at Taylor's school. I sat behind these two chicks, one of whom had a baby with her. About halfway through the service she decides the baby is hungry and just pulls her boob out to start feeding. Now, did she really feel like that was the best course of action? I mean, I'm not even a guy and I couldn't stop looking at her. This poor boy in the row in front of her caught a glimpse of what was going on and stared right at her the whole time. Don't know if she didn't see or didn't care...probably the latter. Not to mention the Father, at least in my mind, got a little distracted because I swear he looked over and stumbled over his next sentence. Guess who didn't look our way for the rest of the service? I felt like I was being excluded and ignored because this dumb broad I sit behind felt the need to stay in the middle of a packed church service to nurse her baby. You couldn't at least go to the back row?!
I was distracted the whole time she was nursing and I know I wasn't the only one. I couldn't focus on repenting or giving up something for Lent or Jesus all because this woman had to pull it out in church. I've heard about people doing it in restaurants and subways and all that. I guess there are some times when you can't avoid doing it and there is no where else to go and feed your child, but seriously? During a church service?! And now I am rambling on about Crazy and Jesus is probably not thrilled that the first thing I do when I come home from church is gossip about her. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, LADY.
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