RL peeves! >< @$!#
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The only gods is money and bitches.
Fun? What is this fun thou speakest of?
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Where's the mountain dew?
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In the fridge, DUH!!!
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@Luna said:
The only gods is money and bitches.
I have two bucks in my pocket and boobs. I am a GOD!!
Also, shouldn't that be" The only gods ARE money and bitches.
I'm getting downvoted, aren't I?
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@Catsmeow Don't mess with Kanye the Giant.
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Oh shit, that's up now? Excellent.
I love Key and Peele.
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I think this season might be my favorite. I replay the Urkel sketch and the aerobics one often.
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Peeve: I miss Houston's crazy-fast lane. I'm back in Florida stuck behind the blue-haired granny snowbird doing 55 in the fast lane on the interstate.
Edit: And yes, her blinker has been on for the last FIVE FUCKING MILES.
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@Miss-Demeanor Then on some level you must also miss our lack of turn signal usage.
Fun? What is this fun thou speakest of?
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Parents who clearly should not be that.
Who are incapable or simply don't care to teach their children how to behave in public, nor care about the fact that they are being obnoxious little shits. 1 woman with 4 children, and every child is playing a different video game on a different tablet computer, with the volume as loud as it goes so you can't hear anything except the sound of game.
And if you ask if it's possible for the volume to be turned down slightly, you get cussed at by the middle child and mom starts to giggle.
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@2mspris There are just so many levels of wrong here. That shit kills me.
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@Luna I literally handed a few bills to the lady I was waiting to pay to get out of that place, knowing it was probably over what my total was, told her to keep the change but I had to get out of that business and wouldn't be coming back. I got back to my car and my youngest son starts shaking his head and saying how much trouble he & his brother would be if they acted like that.
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I have a great deal of tolerance for age appropriate behaviors (I am not going to give a mom a dirty look when she has to carry her toddler kicking and screaming out of Target and leave her shopping cart behind), but as much as I try to not speak ill of other parents (because every single "Well I will NEVER X" thing I said has come back to bite me in the ass during parenthood), I'm a pretty grumpy old lady about stuff like that.
You know, if I could still manage to return both my shopping carts to the cart return thing while juggling noob twins and a year and a half year old, fuck you lady, you don't need to leave your cart in the middle of two parking spaces with one smiling, happy child.
I'm wincing about what I'm in store for now that my olders are edging into their teen years. I said a lot of "well I never would" statements about teens when I was an all knowing mom of sweet under-5s. It's fun to get zOMG WTF looks from first-timers when I'm out with the baby now though. He is often in mismatched socks, rarely wears a hat, and I have indeed picked up his teether that he threw on the ground and handed it right back to him.
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@2mspris Totally. Completely. Understand.
@mietze That's true, those statements will bite you in the ass. I do think if your kid throws a fit, as long as you're doing the best you can and removing your kid or making them stop, you're fine. And not making them stop by continuing to shop while going 'please be quiet, no stop sweetie'. Actual making it stop.
I recognize that I have one kid and that has it's advantages. She's with me most of the time, I'm a single mom and she's almost 6. Some days, I feel like I cheated the system. I'm totally ok with this. My cousin was going on about what is she going to do with the baby, where will she sleep when she's born, how is she going to work with her schedule and her husbands and they have her daughter from a previous man and his son part time and I just think....man...while at times I wish I had someone to catch the slack, someone to help, someone to be there, I'm glad I raised my baby by myself because I didn't have to deal with any of that. No one woke my baby being loud or stupid. No one disrupted our schedule. I really had it easy.
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I lucked out too, in that all four of my kids are extremely mellow in personality. No one was particularly difficult. No one has been a picky eater. I wish I could take credit for this, but I am like the biggest fucking slacker parent ever. Meanwhile, friends of mine who pretty much were so hard core healthy eater types who only pull slightly short of the "and I grew the organic free range wheat myself and ground it on my fair trade humanely harvested rocks to make my own flour to make this from scratch sugar free local-sourced cracker that my kid just ate" type of people have the pickiest kid I've ever met. It's not his fault, he's been exposed to a lot but he will actually gag and hurl at most textures. Life sucks sometimes.
Though the type of folks that I just mentioned above also can't handle the fact that I just fed my kid a goldfish cracker and contaminated the playground with it then too bad for you, bitches!
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@mietze You're a menace to free range children everywhere!
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I have twins.
My kids love my partner, but she's a total sap to them. When I get home, she's exhausted, and complains about how they ran her ragged. However, neither my mother nor I seem to have any problems with their behavior -- from feeding to incessant whining.
I have struggled to come up with a theory for this. Were it just me, I could chalk it up to my kids treating me like a hovering police officer, which is essentially how I treat them most of the time. My mother, however, showers them with more attention than any reasonable human should ever bear (which means she doesn't give a shit about me, which is awesome). The only conclusion is that my partner refuses to set hard boundaries -- but I only can surmise this from my observation of her.
The problem may be that my partner wants the kids to love, adore, and worship her. And I'm beginning to think that this is a bad thing.
I don't need to be loved, adored, or worshipped, least of all from my children. My role is to raise them. It is, perhaps, the teacher in me (and, yes, I am a certified teacher in addition to whatever the shit I do during the day) that keeps that distance. I'm not sure. But I believe strongly in my defined role, and see little wrong with being no more than that.
If I must be the bad person, I will. If I have to be the stern face of reasonable expectations, so be it. Someone has to be. And, so, I have no problem looking kids in the eyes -- not their parents -- and telling them that their shit is unacceptable.
If their parents have a problem with that, they can remove their chattel from my sight and hearing. Striking "the fear of God" means allowing them to stare into what I imagine to be God's eyes: namely, my hard, cold, unerring gaze.
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Kids do act differently with different people. However, if they learn they can get away with certain behaviors with certain people they will.
My cousin's girl knows if it isn't her turn to go with grandma and grandpa if she cries enough she will go as well.
Having lived in a house with three kids all 5 and under (and niw an infant has been fostered and will likely be adopted), two of have disabilities--
I no longer judge how anyone raises their kids.
Kids are hard, man. Even the toddler who had no disabilities had his little quirks that made him difficult at times.
Kids are hard. I still want -one-, but I am prepared for it to be the hardest thing I ever undertake.
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No kids here, I have cats instead. Which has its own set of issues.
Another peeve, albeit a definite First World problem.
Regional foods. I lived for a long time in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. This means I was incredibly spoiled for dairy, of course: cheese, fried cheese curds, ice cream, custard, butter. And for the most part that stuff is attainable in Indianapolis, where I now am. Indy even has Culvers.
But not pastys. Anywhere. Not in stores, not in restaurants, A pasty is a pastry shell filled with meat, potatoes, parsnips and turnips, onion and gravy. (Sometimes carrots too). Basically a hand-held meal.
They're so common in Wisconsin that you can buy them in the grocery as a frozen heat and eat food item.
I want pastys.
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I think there is sometimes a difference in demeanor/complaint volume between staying at home partners and working outside of the home partners. It's not necessarily due to parenting styles, though it can be.
I wrecked my original response to this by putting it in the wrong thread, but in essence...even though the inmates were largely the same, I had different complaints/exasperation levels as a corrections officer when I was with them for 10 hours during the day shift, vs 4 on the floor and the rest on nighttime lockdown for overnight shift. Even though disciplinary procedures and expectations were identical. And the inmates reacted way more positively to the night time staff vs. daytime because of it too--I rarely had to put an individual in lockdown or dock them points or whatever on night shift, but had to all the time during the day. They listened to and liked me better on nighttime. The routine was different, the level of annoyance of me having to deal with them and them dealing with me was different, ect.
