What the #$&!

A neighbor child who attends school with Lili got into trouble for swearing, and told her mother that Lili taught her the words.  I don’t doubt that Lili knows them, and I would be foolish to think that most kids never use them around friends.  I remember how cool it seemed to cuss.   It’s like a right of passage.

Lili knows it’s wrong, and that they are adult words.  I might be the minority, but it just isn’t a big deal to me if my kids swear, especially as they get older.  I expect them to know what is appropriate and what is unacceptable- for example, if we were heading to a movie and it was sold out, and my 12 year old said ‘This sucks’ not only would I agree, but I wouldn’t punish him.  If my 15 year old says to his 14 year old brother, ‘Help me clean this shit off the table so we can all eat dinner’ it’s fine.   It’s a word.  No one is insulting anyone.  Yes, there are better words that can be used, but really, it’s just not a big deal to me.

In April, Lili will turn 10.  I really don’t want her swearing, but I am not going to punish her for the occasional slip up.  I’ll correct her, and ask her not to say those words, especially in front of her younger siblings.  But unless she’s being mean and calling them names, or every other word out of her mouth is an obscenity, I’m going to let it go.

So back to the issue of Lili teaching another child bad words- the kids all walk to and from school, and apparently Lili was doing that old trick where you tell someone to hold their tongue and say ‘ship’ and ‘apple’ so they sound like shit and asshole.  The child went home and was doing it, and the mother came knocking on our door to tell us that Lili taught this to her child.

Really?

I distinctly remember being in elementary school (just like Lili is!) and doing the exact same thing on the bus rides to and from school.  Well, we had said ‘My father works in a shipyard cleaning ashes’, however it’s totally the same concept.

It’s just something that kids do!

Regardless, even if the situation were reversed, and Lili came home doing something I disapproved of and used the excuse that another kid was doing it too, I’d never go over to the other parent*.  If it was against the rules at our house, my child would be punished at home, and that’s that.  I wouldn’t feel the need to go place blame on another person’s child for my own kid’s actions.  Whatever happened to teaching your kid to take responsibility for their actions?  How many times when we were growing up did we hear ‘If so and so jumped off a bridge, would you too?’ when we tried to explain to our parents that all the other kids were doing whatever got us into trouble as well?

I don’t feel right punishing my child for this.  I feel like she’s just being a kid.  Aaron and I sat her down and told her it wasn’t nice to swear, and we didn’t want her to do so anymore.  Do you think the situation warranted more action on our part?

*If they were doing something dangerous that could potentially harm themselves or others, that’s different.


Nunya

I ran to Target today to grab Aaron’s anniversary present and at one point, Dylan decided he’d rather be out of the cart and started to fuss and throw a bit of a two year old tantrum.  We were in the holiday aisles and I knew if I took him out a) he would touch stuff that is breakable and b) Ryan would want to get out as well and chaos would ensue.  I wasn’t willing to chase two toddlers through Target, so I just hurried on my way, trying to console Dylan and get what I needed and get out.

And then it happened.

An older woman came up to me and YELLED at me in the middle of Target because she and all the other shoppers were disturbed by Dylan’s crying.  She said I shouldn’t take them out if I can’t control them and if they don’t behave.   She went off for several minutes while I just stood there in shock.

I was speechless.  I mean, what if Aaron was deployed and I had no choice?  As it is, he works nights and wasn’t available to watch the kids while I ran to the store.  And for the most part, my kids are well behaved.  The random crying happens, but really they are normally happy shoppers.   I finally sputtered something to the extent of he’d get over it, it was just a tantrum, and that it was safer for him to be in the cart and upset for a minute or two than running around a store.

I hauled ass out of that aisle and went to check out. For what it’s worth, by the time I was about 2-3 aisles away, Dylan was over it and happy again.  Anyway, while at the check out, a man came up to me and said he was sorry that the woman felt the need to butt into my business, that he could tell I was doing my best and that kids are kids and not to let her get to me.  He said ‘That woman really chapped my hide!’  Then his wife came over and pretty much said the same thing, that the woman’s words really bothered her,  and she couldn’t imagine how I felt hearing that.

I was relieved that I wasn’t looked at by the entire store as some crappy mom with horrendous kids.  I’m glad some others thought that the woman was out of line.

I guess I just don’t understand the need to say things like that to people.  Sure, I am not above having snarky thoughts, but to say something to the person- I can’t imagine having the nerve.


Sigh.

So from what I’ve read, the military will only be getting paid until the 8th of the month- today.  So on the 15th, our paycheck will be cut in half.  We only get paid twice a month to begin with.

Several  of our big bills (like our mortgage) come directly out of our paycheck.  In fact, the total of what we pay out via auto payment plans are more than half of each pay check- so before we even buy food we will be in the red.

I’ve read that some banks affiliated with the military are offering advance pay loans to their members, to make up the difference.  But that’s got to be paid back, and I’m assuming that comes with interest.   However, our bank?  We get an article called “Seven Strategies for Getting by Without a Paycheck”.  Gee thanks.

I’ll be the first to admit we are not the best at keeping to a budget in our house.  We live paycheck to paycheck.  And I thought that we would always have that paycheck, with Aaron being active duty Marine Corps.

Anyway, I guess really need to go read more on this stuff.  I’m usually blissfully unaware when it comes to government and politics, and I like it that way.


Well at least I’ve got the title…

Earlier this evening, I’d started to write this great post.  One that was going to probably be epic in length, based on the five or six paragraphs I’d already completed.

I blog using a laptop, one that has no battery in it… and my leg was falling asleep so I shifted positions to continue on my long-winded entry… and accidentally unplugged my power cord in the process.

No biggie, right?  I mean, doesn’t WordPress auto save drafts?  I knew I might lose the last little bit, but I figured I’d have a good portion retained in my drafts folder.

But nope… when I booted back up, all that was there was the title and a big empty space.

So instead of starting over tonight, I’m going to leave you with this picture of the twins at Wendy’s laughing at each other and call it Wordless Wednesday.  Maybe someday I’ll attempt to recreate that blog entry…


When Good Memes Go Bad

Once upon a time, there was a nice little meme that started to grow and grow.  It reached TONS of bloggers.   Because of it’s amazing reach, when a fellow blogger’s daughter was diagnosed with cancer the hosts of said meme were contacted and asked to help spread the word.

They declined.  They would not help spread the word about Mission Monkey.  As a mother of a child with cancer I refuse to support those who don’t support us.

I don’t know what all went on behind the scenes, but I do know that one of the hosts chose to stop hosting, and she posted about Monkey.   I am proud of her for sticking to her beliefs and doing what she felt was right.  I’m sure it was so very difficult to step down, and she’s got my respect and support!

And speaking of support, go give Monkey’s Momma, Michelle, some love and hugs and comments and stuff.    And if you have a dollar to spare, click on the button below, and help them out.


Because of this situation, a new meme has been formed, and I am honored to participate.  Click the little expressive dude below if you want to read more about why this meme was created, and to check out the other participants.

BWS tips button

  • Fawk you, cancer.  Leave our babies alone!
  • Fawk you, bloggers who think they’re better or more important than other bloggers.
  • Fawk you, health insurance that doesn’t cover everything and makes parents of cancer babies have to struggle and worry about if they can afford treatments and the normal monthly bills.