Click on the picture to enlarge!Dear Dance Teacher from H*ll,
When my four year old daughter skipped into class 10 minutes late yesterday, you looked at her as if she were your best friend and you just found out she f*cked your prom date.
Newsflash you unhappy b*tch, she's four...she can't tell time, nor can she drive. It's not her f*cking fault that I can never seem to get out of the house on time. Next time you've got a problem, grow a pair, and talk to ME. Yes me, the b*tchy mom who pays big bucks so that her daughter can skip, leap, and plie across the floor for 45 minutes each week. I read the brochure, this is not "boot camp for babies." I don't give a sh*t what time she enters class. My happy, energetic, beautiful daughter deserves to be greeted with a cheerful smile when she walks through the door. She looks forward to this class each week, dancing around the house for hours on end. The least you can do as her teacher, is to encourage her enthusiasm and create a welcoming atmosphere where children can thrive. I could give a rat's *ss if she becomes a dancer. I don't hover over her, or you, for that matter. I allow her the room to grow and explore as an individual. But I'm a mom. I'm HER f*cking mom, and if you're going to sneer at my baby, you've gotta deal with me.
Furthermore, when confronted by me, at least have the backbone to own what you did instead of making up some lame *ss excuse. "They keep locking the door and I can't find my keys," just doesn't cut it with me. Especially when you begin babbling in the doorway of dance class and continue as you follow me all the way outside to my car. As much as I loved the pathetic excuses you were throwing my way, I would have so much more respect for you if you'd just told the truth: "Yes, I was pissed she walked in late. I shouldn't have taken it out on your daughter, she's a great kid. Next time I've got an issue, I'll speak to you." Unfortunately, that's not what you did. You took your anger out on my lil bit, something I'm not likely to forget. So watch your back b*tch, I've got a feeling I'm not quite done with you.
The Mommy B*tch from H*ll