So far, my day has been very amusing

In a discussion of going to see GotG, the Girl was trying to figure out who to take with us. She mentioned several kids that had been here at her birthday party and that she would be terribly excited to see them again. To which I said, “We’re getting the band back together.”

To which *she* said, “…Uh, what?”

 She missed a Blues Brothers reference.

I am so ashamed.

#parentingfail

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LOL.  Alright, in continuing the above conversation the Girl also said that I sometimes terrify her friends. I was all like, but I’m super nice!  And way friendly!  And things.

She rolled her eyes and replied that while that was all true, it didn’t change the fact that they were a little scared of me.

Which sidetracked us into a ten minute spiral of bad puns.

Genghis Bon– ancient warlord

Check out my resting bitch face
SOURCE: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genghis_Khan#mediaviewer/File:The_Big_Statue_of_Chinggis_Khaan.JPG

Bon Noonien Singh — modern warlord

 

Evil AND devilishly handsome
SOURCE: http://cf.badassdigest.com/_uploads/images/17185/khanseed__span.jpg

the Anvil of Mom– great battle song

Mawm — caped demonesque hero

REALLY sucks to be you, right now
SOURCE: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spawn_(comics)#mediaviewer/File:Spawn_Classic.jpg

Tae Bon Do — martial art style

 

 

She made me stop after that. 

Inner Peace

Recently, we have been super busy in my household.

Searching, applying, resume updating, making up new ways to say the same crap in cover letters.
+++But,  I have an interview today, so maybe it will all be worth it?

Meetings, scrambling for money, paperwork, more meetings, registering the Girl for summer school.
+++But, she is registered for Geometry and will be passing onto 10th grade with the rest of her class.

 

I am sitting -right this VERY minute- writing this, while petroleum jelly and hair dye ooze down my neck. Why?  Because my hair is (err, was) a mixture of silver (natural, yay?), blue and purple (oh so NOT natural). I’m pretty sure that interviews should not be conducted with Festival hair. Especially interviews for Big Company.

For now, I am going to enjoy the coffee. And the sunrise.

 

INNER PEACE.

Infant Solitary Confinement is bad, mmkay?

For the first time in ages, I have time to sit and read. Read blogs, news sites, Facebook, etc. etc.  It is glorious. Informative. Thought-provoking. And sometimes, angry-making.

I came across an article during my breakfast bowl of Sriracha and chicken Ramen noodles (don’t judge) that infuriated me.  Not the article itself but one of the ideas it was debunking.

The implications of the entire article are interesting and something that I have slowly learned as a parent. Letting your kids roam is good for them. Letting them learn autonomy is GOOD FOR THEM.
But, and this is important, in order to do this – kidlets must, must, must (and I will reiterate this point a lot) know that they are being raised in a world by parents who will back them up.
One of the concepts that this article bashes is that of Ferberisation. A concept dating from the 1890’s. Haven’t we outgrown this bullshit?

“Parents are encouraged to schedule and limit the time they spend checking on the baby. Does the system work? Of course it does. That is hardly the question. The real issue is why would such a thing be promoted?”1

What the ever-loving fuck?  Why are parents being taught to put their infants into what amounts to solitary confinement? What the hell, people? Who thought this was a good idea?2

 “a famous British advocate of the system….[says] that babies who have been forced into a routine will later adapt easily to a school routine and, one presumes, be more malleable to a workforce system.”

Yes, by Gumby. Because malleable and easily controlled drones are exactly what the world needs right now. Yanno, instead of babies and children who know that their parents got their backs.

FERFUCKSAKES.

Now before anyone says anything, I totally grok needing a schedule for a child. I also grok that the needs of a hunter/gatherer tribe and an industrialized 8 to 7–er  are going to be completely different.  It is the price we pay for the privileges we have – running water, electricity, the internets, etc. etc.

However, and really why should I have to say this?, you adapt. You pick up your crying baby. You make sure that from an early age they understand that Mums and Daddums (or Daddums and Daddums, or Mums and Mums, or Mums and Mums and Daddums, ∞) are going to be there for them.  That way, later on, they will be able to roam with the sure and certain knowledge of parental backup.

1– Quotes are from here: http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2013/may/04/leave-them-kids-alone-griffiths which is, in turn, an extract from Kith: The Riddle Of The Childscape, by Jay Griffiths, published by Hamish Hamilton

2– Note, this is NOT up for debate. This is a rhetorical question. My blog. My rules. Keep in mind that I am the person who quietly barks at lax parents to “pick up your crying baby, you moron” while in public spaces.  You want to debate this, go to another forum where it is being bandied about. I am commenting on the absolute bugfuckery of this idea. BUGFUCKERY. >,<

3 – 9 to 5 has gone the way of the dodoes in today’s society.