I've tried, and I just can't. My neighbor who moved into "button" I've decided is one of those people who puts other people down to make herself feel better. I've let the rude and sometimes just plain mean comments slide but I fear the bite I have on my tongue is about to release. You think I am exaggerating?
Listen to this.
Harper and I were at her house one night and Harper closed her TV armoire. She told Harper to open it back up and as I got up to do it myself, I commented that Harper only followed directions occasionally and that I wasn't even sure she had the concept of open/close.
Her reply: You stay home with her. That is your "job" to teach her that stuff.
Me: She just turned one, she's fine.
Her: My son had a favorite color and could say pur-ple at 9 months.
Clearly she is a better mother.
Then there is this.
We grill-out often. This one night we were grilling a pork tenderloin. She was commenting that it smelled good and I told her we cooked them pretty often since the kids loved them and they were healthy.
Her: Healthy? Pork is like the worst thing you can eat. No one who is really health-conscious eats pork.
Geez. Why did I go the school again when I could just learn everything about health from my totally uneducated neighbor.
On another occasion she preached to Pedro about how we "eat meat in all its murderous forms". Uh, abrasive maybe?
Today she was talking down to me and I finally just looked the other way and said something to my kids. I was ready to literally say, "It must be hard to be so perfect." But I didn't because I don't want to be a bitch.
Seriously how can you treat people like that and still feel good about yourself?
So I need some help. How can I let her know that she is totally offending me? Apparently she is not catching onto my body language. I need it to stop before I unleash and it's not going to be pretty. But Mama can only take so much.
**edited to add- I feel like you won't get the true beauty of "her" if I failed to mention this one...
Her: Pedro leaves at really strange times at night.
Me: He goes to the gym some weeknights after the kids go to bed.
Her: Are you sure he's not cheating...I'm just saying.
OH YES SHE DID. Now can I tell her to eff off?