So what exactly does the word "petty" mean, especially when you use it to describe me? Well, technically the word is defined as "characterized by an undue concern for trivial matters, especially in a small-minded or spiteful way." Well excuse me but that's not how I see it at all. Then again, I guess there are things only "petty moms" understand.
Look, I don't want to be "petty." It's not that I enjoy being focused on the flaws of others. I don't want to stew over slights, both perceived and imaginary. I don't revel in using my children as pawns in a game of social status more complicated than any chess match that ever was or ever will be. I don't want to screw you over for my own advancement, but if that's what I have to do because you've made me (somehow, just don't ask how because you just have) then I will. You'll soon find that you're messing with the wrong mama.
"Petty?" Ha! I think that just means that you don't know how to handle someone with my charisma, strength, or ambition. You call me "petty" because you're too afraid to be real. You want everything to be "nice" and full of sunshine and rainbows and glitter. Well this isn't a unicorn's butt: this is the real world. If recognizing reality makes me petty, well, so be it. Here are a few other things you should know, come to think of it.