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Tuesday, August 21, 2012

It's that time of year...

Oh late August.... the time of year that students go back to school. For most of the Breeder world, that means getting the kiddies ready to embark on a new grade or getting a college student situated in an apartment or dorm. Not me!

SS20 did spend about 12 days with us while he was between apartments, making sure to disrupt my mojo just enough to make me uncomfortable - no trapesing around in my skivvies, no certainty that what was in the 'fridge when I left in the morning would be there when I got home in the evening, moving furniture around to accommodate his video games. I must admit that that last one was what made me most uncomfortable, even though it's unreasonable.... the furniture's back where it belongs. But I digress.

Late August can be annoying, disturbing, and depressing... and everything in between. For me, this year, it was more on the annoying side. My general feeling was "Your kid's starting the (xxx)th grade.... BFD! I don't care about back to school! I don't care that you cried. I don't care that he/she picked out an outfit that didn't match! Blah, blah, blah... so WHAT!?!? Now, get out of my way; you're blocking traffic trying to get into that school parking lot. I have to get to WORK!"  Of course, I didn't say any of that to anyone. I have mostly avoided FB, for the inundation of "First Day of School" pictures and posts.

Can we say bitter?! Yeah... just a little!

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Proud Sponsor of PEOPLE

I thought it was just me being overly sensitive.  The Proctor and Gamble "Thank You, Mom" ad campaign has really gotten under my skin. But apparently I'm not the only one who has noticed. published an article on that very thing, saying "So she's a mom. So what?" The blog Silent Sorority has a similar entry. The airing of the Olympic Games has been one giant Mommy-palooza, focusing on athletes who are mothers and the mothers of the athletes.

Now, I'm not going to sit here and pretend that I'm NOT hyper-sensitive to the Mommy adulation epidemic. But seriously... PEOPLE! How does having a child, in an of itself, make one the quintessential sacrificer of self, saver of all things innocent and good, hero of the universe? I'm sorry, but I am personally familiar with some "Moms" who are selfish, narcissistic, ignorant, petty people who deserve no gold medals, and plenty of non-moms who are giving, open, loving, nurturing, people who get no or little credit. How about being the proud sponsor of all those who help us get where we are? OK... that's a little wordy, but you get the idea! Proud sponsor of love, of nurturers, of PEOPLE. Why be so divisive?

I know, I know... it's an ad campaign. They're trying to sell diapers, shampoo, toilet paper, and laundry detergent.... and typically, women do this kind of shopping... and sure, lots or even most of them are moms. But how about the dads? How about the aunts, uncles, godparents, cousins, friends and neighbors who step in and do so much to help the young people in our lives. If you ask the writers of the two articles mentioned earlier... they can all "suck it!' And to me, that's exactly how it comes across.

How rude!

Monday, August 6, 2012

Would it have made a difference?

My parents had one grandchild... my nephew.  They hung all of their hopes on him. He broke their hearts. He got into some things he shouldn't have... he should have known better. He has made his bad decisions, apparently with no consideration whatsoever of how they would affect those who love him. He has all but abandoned the family that gave him everything and has squandered more opportunities in his 21 years than most people ever even get in a lifetime. It makes me wonder if all of this would have been easier on my parents had they had other grandchildren? If I had given them other outlets for their love and generosity, would this pain have stung just a little bit less? I guess, we'll never know. In some ways I feel guilty about it.

Part of me is sad that they didn't have other grandchildren. Part of me is thankful they (and all of us) didn't have more opportunites for disappointment. You never know how people are going to turn out, despite all your best efforts. I suppose the same could be said for life in general--- there are no guarantees of anything. Deep thoughts for a rainy Monday morning.