Public chastising Toronto

A rough day of travel today was. Incredible to navigate and succeed, but we've arrived. Traveling with kids is demanding for sure, especially when you expect so much of them. The long travel days, changes to schedule, endless visiting and looming adult smiles coming close. They've both been remarkably adaptable to the late night craziness of most days. Eventually we all have breaking points though and ours are sitting close. 

From 8h-18h we travelled roads, rails, family breakfasts, return of scratched car rental, luggage woes sans baggage car (where luckily rail status came in helpful and stroked the wheels of sending our through luggage on a later train and completely to home to Winnipeg), finally boarding with still an excess of everything we needed in Trto. To be sitting next to a grouchy old dame who clearly did not want to be sitting with kids. Not a word was spoken, her loud sighs and eye rolls portraying all. Had to wait out thirty minutes before they would know if she could change seats so she immersed in her work, glancing up unhappily every few minutes. Well, I apologized when my son dropped his snacks on the ground near her feet, worked to contain him in seats and out of her way, though being nearly three he clearly was excited to stand and look out the window. I know it's not ideal to sit in a four seater with two kids and adults but with babies under one considered in arms... it can happen, and in the corridor it's not rare to fill a four seater with strangers. She couldn't have been more clearly unhappy that we were there. Finally, while Cruella chatted on the phone the service manager returned, spoke briefly to us and then turned to her "Madame?" Unnoticed she would return. When the news came and she hurried to collect things, she dropped her table onto Molly head's (totally without apology or utterance, though she looked alarmed) and criticized my french as I pointed out her forgotten jacket. What a devil we got rid of!

We made it through the rest of the ride, naps and meals and even seeing an old friend who happened to be on train as well. Struggled off train with a fair amount of bags again. 1/food 2/toys 3-5/personal bags 6-7/purses. Adds up! two kids, one on leash (which is a whole other story), getting on and off friday rushhour subway. Wheee!

Checking in and finally leaving bags behind, the last venture out would be grabbing takeout dinner and wine. Ordered sushi, stopped in for smoothies on Yonge, made it to LCBO, returned to fetch sushi and cross the street home. As we were twenty feet before the corner, Jude drops his smoothie. (When Aunty asks for a sip, he says "No, ME!"). The bottom of the Styrofoam cup rips clear and begins leaking the third of drink left. Both moms say "Oh no, it fell! No more, we can't take it with us" to calm any coming freakout and I pull him along. At this point I am juggling a baby and bottle of wine in one arm, holding Jude's hand with the other while Le handles the takeout and her purse. Neither of us consider trying to pick up the spilling cup with no available appendages and search out a garbage can with the kids, it's true. At the end of a lengthy day, steps from our end point, a divergence with the toddler and baby and bags and mess is just not going to happen. But of course, my mind is focused only on the end goal of getting all these kids and things to the hotel asap. 

A woman immediately passes and accosts us. 

You're not going to leave that there??

I would never set such a terrible example for my kids. That's garbage! That's dirty! You're just going to leave that there for someone else to clean up? 

Mouths agape but without space to say much, she looks us over to continue, expecting we are going to refer to our overflowing arms.

I raised two kids. And I would never set such a terrible example. You have room in your arms for wine! You're disgusting. 

It's funny because the altercation weighed on my mind during the evening. Knowing her intentions were trying to keep her neighbourhood clean (admirable) and encourage (?) cleanliness. But her methods of approaching the topic and aggressive chastising made me more likely to NOT pick up that mess. She wanted to wag her finger at us and make us feel like poor parents. Her tone would have never been taken with an older, better dressed version of us doing the exact same thing. She saw young mothers, dressed in hoodies and sneakers juggling babes and bags and formed judgments. You have room in your arms for wine! Disgusting.

Oh well. Hopefully we got the bitches out of the way yesterday. If not, I have to keep trying to be a good example for my child and respond with tact and respect.