unpleasant oral habits

So we're at church this morning, and another mom (we'll call her "B") comes by and says to my son (talking to my son -who is not even 2 1/2- but in that tone of "I'm pretending to be cutesy and talking to your son, but really I know you're listening and you'd better pay attention because this is really for your benefit"),
"Hey you! (tickling and playing with him) I heard you bit my son this week at bible study... (pause, I'm assuming for me to say something here. I didn't. She continued) That's what I heard... that you bit him! That's not good! Let's not start those unpleasant oral habits, now shall we? We need to keep our mouths to ourselves!" (all cheery and laughing like it's just so casual and nonchalant.)

I really didn't think much of it at the time, except for; don't act all cheery and fake about talking to my son about it like it's no big deal, when obviously it is a big deal to you or you wouldn't have brought it up. To a toddler. Four days later. Yeah, like he knows what you're talking about.

But I realized it's been bugging me for the rest of the morning. Like I'm feeling all defensive of my kid. First of all, B's son is 4. If it was that traumatizing, have your 4-year-old tell the two-year-old himself, "Don't bite me!". That would most likely sink in a lot more with a toddler than an almost stranger's sing-songy mini-lecture. Secondly, my son is 2. 2-year-olds happen to bite once in awhile. Some more than others. My 2-year-old happens to not be a usual biter. I think he has only bitten his sister once ever, and one other child one time in a daycare setting, months ago. That is to say, his biting is rare. I don't think this bite last week is the "start of unpleasant oral habits", and I don't even think it was that big of an ordeal if the babysitter at bible study didn't even mention it to me. Or either one of my kids. If, out of B's own 7 year old and two four year olds, she's never had a biter or had a biting incident, then she's just flat out lucky. If so, then you should be used to it, know that these things happen, get over it.
Ugh. I just don't know why I'm so worked up about this one little comment.

I think it's honestly because I like B. I'm slowly getting to know these ladies (being new here) and I really like her. And I thought, even though I've felt here and there that she babies her boys quite a bit, to the point that it might potentially get on my nerves, I thought that we could really be friends. Then this morning during church, I noticed her up in the front row with her kids (preschoolers/kids don't got to their own classes until after the singing part of worship) and during worship the kids were fighting over stuffed animals, the older girl teasing the younger boys, being loud and disruptive, and the whole time B either just ignored them or shushed them but really did nothing about it. They were distracting to me, and I was all the way in the second to the last row. And I remember thinking to myself, yeah... I don't think we have the same philosophies when it comes to our kids.
And then this little "exchange" after church with the biting.

I'm thinking I'm just feeling a little let down because as much as I've felt I could really connect with her, I also know how hard it is to be really close friends and have drastically different parenting styles.

big fat ugh

Why is it that life throws everything at you at once? Physically, emotionally, schedule-ey... it just gets to be too much to deal with.

Why is it that whenever I am under the same roof as my parents I start this whole self-analysis thing and get so depressed and emotional and over analytical of everything and everyone. I think I need a therapist.

Why is it that stating my own random PMS feelings in my own way in my own space has turned into what looks like a huge friendship breaker. I'm frustrated that I feel I did nothing wrong. I am entitled to my own feelings. I wasn't hurting anyone. It's for me to deal with, as it was obviously only affecting me in the first place. Now it's turned into this whole big mess that I don't know what to do with and I'm confused.

Why is it that I was such a better mom before I had kids.

Why is it that it's so hard for me to make myself stretch out of my comfort zones? That I can do it when confronted with something, when someone makes me/needs me to step up to the plate? That I can do it when it's do it or else? But just to do it of my own accord, before it's an emergency... why is that so hard for me to do?

Why is it that I can't just shut of my brain once in awhile...
sometimes I just really I need a break from myself.

family time... brings out the best in me

Why does it seem I only turn to this page when I'm under the same roof as my family?...

I think of this page often actually... very often lately. I've created countless posts in my head that belong here recently, they just never actually make it to the keyboard. And what drives me to actually sit down and write now? My family is back in town.

I really don't mean to be ragging on them. They are really not all bad. We just do not do well living under the same roof. Really for any amount of time.

Anyway, I'd like to write here more. With my first post (that I erased) about my mom and then the second (like a year and a half later) about A... I want to write here more so that the things I do write don't seem so big or bitchy or whatever they may seem when they're so sporadic and sitting there taking up space all by themselves. I don't want them to seem more than they are... they're just venting.
Sure, some things will be real and big and seriously bitchy, but I need some distractions and some not so big things thrown in here for filler. Make any sense? Probably not.

It's late and I'm stressed and I'll shut up now. But I'll be back.
Believe me, I"ll be back.