Children :/

Why is it that I've become such a grouse when it comes to kids?? I used to love children! (Well not when they were crying or messing themselves...) I still like little kids- chasing games and swinging them around to their utter delight always makes me smile and laugh- they're cute. :)  Sure, they can have intense tantrums (I've stopped calling them fits because that's another word for seizure and a temper tantrum is nothing like a seizure beside the flailing that some kids exhibit) but when they're outside and free to roam, I love chilling with any kid. I've been told kids love me because as a rec therapist I have all the good games to play with them haha :)

Despite my enjoyment of children outside, it seems like every single time I'm in the library (the BYU EMTs and the Library Security both asked me if I'd stay on the 3rd floor as it's easiest for the paramedics to get to me if I happen to injure myself like I did a week ago...) there is a screaming child or crying baby just freaking out at high volume. I have to be in the NoShh Zone (a place for students to congregate to talk about group projects and the like) as that's the only place where there are computers and that's "The Place", I guess, for mothers to bring their young children when they need to be in the library. I know that the No Shh Zone means no shushing, but I almost feel like parents are taking advantage of that. If someone was yelling at the top of their lungs, people would think it was impolite and the glares from other patrons would usually be enough to get the person to control themselves and act like a normal person again (think Dr. Banner becoming The Hulk, then returning to his normal human state), but mothers don't seem to notice the way other people look at them (I'm pleased, and relieved, to say I'm not the only one with an incredulous WTF look on my face haha). Why is it that when mothers bring their kids into the library (a place for students to be able to focus on their studies and collaborate on academic successes and projects) they feel like they are completely entitled to ignore their obviously discontent children? I say I'm upset at the child and annoyed, but the truth is I'm most annoyed with the mothers. Children, especially babies, like the one I can hear screaming right now, don't have a choice as to where they go. Their mothers are the ones who take them places. A child clearly doesn't want to sit somewhere and "be held captive" haha. Mothers should, for the sanity of other people, and for the happiness of their child, find an alternative...something like....oh, a babysitter.

Maybe "because I'm not a mommy" I don't understand, but from my end it seems pretty clear...
When I go to the library I don't want to end up writing on the blog here simply because I can't focus enough to write true academic work; I want to be able to focus on lecture assignments and projects that need finishing, NOT listen to a mommy talk baby-talk to her wailing flailing child.

I feel mean. Am I being a complete jerk about this? I feel like at least my thoughts are realistic and understandable but maybe my impatience with parents lately is clouding my judgment.

I borrowed a set of headphones from a guy next to me, who shall be mentioned here in eternal thanks, named Stephen, and am embarking on an academic journey free from conniptions.

I'm probably going to catch hell for this post, in which case I shall certainly offer my opinion on the matter later...likely in my MCOM class?

-EpicEpileptic.