Tag: parenting
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What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
I learned from Teacher Teara that my behavior as of late has a name: Oppositional Defiance Disorder (ODD), which means that when the whole world is trying to tell me what I should be doing, I go in the opposite direction. When this happens, I usually end up coming to my senses and doing things…
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Don’t judge.
So here I am again. I can’t sleep. It’s 4am… I got the Hasenpfeffer ale, I got nothin to lose so I’m pissin’ on the 3rd rail…(sorry, slipped into Beastie Boys mode for a sec. It’s really 4am though. The bags under my eyes are going to look extra cute tomorrow. Stop That Train wasn’t…
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Tiffy say relax.
I consider myself a good mother. Pretty kick-ass actually, but not in the traditional “good mother” ways. We’ve already established that I don’t cook, (well I’ll make them pancakes if they beg long enough), and I probably should have more rules when it comes to electronics. But these boys know that we love them more…
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You’re calling me dumb but you can’t even put on a seatbelt.
We just came off a 4-day Disney Cruise to the Bahamas. Before I post 100 pictures to not-so-humble brag about the absolutely perfect, completely magical, utterly blessed, with not one single meltdown or fight the entire time of our vacation on Facebook, I figured I’d document our 9-hour road trip back to Huntersville. The title…
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There are no stupid questions. FALSE. There are many stupid questions.
While driving my oldest to school the other day I asked, “Are you excited about starting gym class?” His response – and bear with me as I try to spell this – was: “Mmmnahno” (the inaudible version of “I don’t know”) and the tone he used was as if I’d just asked him what the…
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Oh you’re mature.
Recently during a heated debate, one of my snide remarks elicited an, “Oh you’re mature.” from someone who is at least 10 years younger than me. I told him that if he meant it as an insult, I’d be the first to tell him that I am definitely not mature. Thank God. I’m not saying…
