Ok. I'm that mum.
Not your one, I live nowhere near. But I'm her, and this is exactly why we drop and run at school. I don't even get out of the car anymore.
I used to model, I have a degree in business and finance, I'm 36 but look 26 (and already bore off with the "get over yourself" comments, it's just how it is, and the same bloody attitude from the playground mums)
I recently split with DP and I may as well have group emailed the whole school “your husbands aren't safe, lock them up, sincerely, the one you all think your husband can't be trusted near" if you saw the stony glares I get.
There's no talent in the way I look. Just "lucky sperm" as Tamara Ecclestone once got called, but believe me, it doesn't stop people holding it against you.
There is a talent in how hard I worked to obtain my qualifications, also a chartered accountant, and that's the bit that really seems to annoy, fuck knows why.
I'd love to feel welcomed, just once when I walk in that damn playground. Instead of stares.
You don't know how intimidating it is. No one says hello. Just stares. Looking you up and down. Often in little groups of two or three because they wouldn't have the balls to make eye contact on their own. I'd smile, and you could almost see them begrudge the half smile I'd get back.
I don't have it all together. Jesus I don't. But to look at a it all as a snapshot, it would seem I do.
Whilst I might look all smiles on the outside, being "that mum" is fucking lonely. It's so hard to find genuine friends. They accuse their husbands of fancying you. And often if they seem nice initially, it usually takes one (or two, max) nights out, or a dinner, involving wine, until the subtle, but always the same, comments start. It doesn't matter what I do. I can count on one hand the number of real friends I have.
It's feels like adult bullying. It's that mentality.
OP, go and say hello to this woman. See if she's got ten minutes for a coffee and just show some kindness. I can tell you now, however much she's making you feel inadequate through no fault of her own, imagine every mum in the playground making you feel that way deliberately, and then you'll know what it's like to be her.
Like I said, I won't even get out of the car anymore.
Apologies for the rant. When you've been on the receiving end of this and you see it put in words by the OP like that...