Well, shoot, I'm blogless today.
Hubster nixed the blog I had planned--it will just be delayed by a few weeks. By then I'll be able to embellish a little bit and hopefully be able to add pics along with my blatherings. Heehehe. I'm excited.
Last night we had to drive across town for the kiddo's soccer practice. The practice fields were PACKED and since coach was late we had poachers on our field. The kids didn't have the entire field to practice on, which was the whole point of moving practice in the first place. Parked cars were jammed on both sides of the street and the traffic was heavy AND fast. We almost saw a little kid get hit. Dad was crossing the street--a car had slowed down for him--and when the car accelerated, a little kid popped out from behind the car to follow the dad. Luckily, the car had just started accelerating and wasn't going too fast and braked in time.
Did the Dad pull the kid aside and rip him a new one?
No. He just kept walking and expected his kid to keep up.
What is wrong with this world?
If my kid had done that--almost got herself killed, that is--I would have grabbed her, hugged her and then ripped her a new one for not being right next to me when we crossed the street!!
I just don't get it.
I talked to my mom about raising kids a couple of days ago. Mom's almost 88 and still lives in the house she bought in 1973-the house I grew up in. She still sharp as a tack, works out three days a week and gets her nails done every week. Mom raised nine of us, I'm the youngest. The house was always neat, not necessarily clean, but neat. And we were poor, dirt poor, I remember getting a can of deodorant for a Christmas present one year. Yeah, we were that poor.
But Mom trained us well. We all finished college, some of us with advance degrees of Master's and PhD's, and none of us felt we were, or are, entitled to anything else from her. She did her job. She raised independent children.
That is my goal with my kiddo. And the training starts early, like when they are old enough to walk. I refused to pick up after my kid. Oh, I'd help her pick up, but not any longer. I'm NOT her maid.
Fast forward six years: my kiddo cleans her room and bathroom, she takes care of her contact lenses, and dries and styles her own hair, can make her own breakfast, but usually suckers me into it (I'm usually coffee deprived, what can I say?), she can make her own ramen and Mac-n-cheese. For an eight year old, she's a pretty good kid.
Well, I really can't segue this into writing, so I'll just sign off. . .
because I have to make someone's lunch for school. :-)
Write on!
I came this close > < to hitting a chair who ran out from between cars. Luckily I was going about 10MPH so I was able to stop but I figure I missed the kid by inches. I almost had a heart attack. The family response? None.
ReplyDeleteSorry I haven't been around this week. Too many irons in the fire.
I'm sure you meant 'child' not 'chair', Cyndi! :-)
ReplyDeleteHubster and I had finished our walk and were sitting in the car waiting for practice to be over. The kid was only about fifteen feet away from us.
Hey, don't worry about hanging around the blog--though I LOVE having you here--you have a PRO campaign to run!!
I wondered about Cyndi and the chair. lol
ReplyDeleteI think that's something we've all gone through, barely missing someone. It's scary. Shouldn't the father have seen the car starting up and made sure his kid was behind him?
That's the thing that bothered me, Edie. the father didn't even look behind to indicate to the driver of the car that there might be someone following. Scary
ReplyDeleteShoot, we still hold hands as a family crossing parking lots and streets and my kid will be nine in November
I have blogged WAY too much this week. I didn't almost hit a CHAIR. It was a CHILD.
ReplyDeleteARGH
You let hubster have a say in what goes on your blog?
ReplyDeleteHe shouldn't even know you HAVE a blog :)
Uhm, it's kinda a 'safety' issue since this blog posts on my facebook page, too.
ReplyDeleteIt would be like using a bullhorn and announcing our plans.
Of course, he only see's the ugly side of things...it doesn't help that people mention on facebook they are going on vacation and proceed to get themselves robbed, so there is a precedence. :-(
The rule is, never post anything ANYWHERE online that you don't want EVERYbody to know. NO forum is truly private or safe if you know what you're doing. A person can hack into anything with a little savvy (nevermind how I know this).
ReplyDeleteIt's just plain idiocy to post personal or confidential stuff. I can't believe how casual most people are about what they say online.
IMO people are basically stupid. And some people shouldn't be allowed to have children. But don't get me started. :P
ReplyDeleteYou're doing right by your kid. I try, but I fall short at times.
And sorry I'm so late stopping in. It's been a bear of a day! Hope you have a great labor day weekend. :D
Kira, I couldn't agree with you more. And as one of my favorite comedians says, "You can't fix stupid."
ReplyDeleteJody, I think I forget that I'm not speaking directly to the person I'm addressing on my blog/facebook, which is where I get into trouble. But Todd is ever vigilant and paranoid enough for two, and reminds me of it every now and then.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kira! Sometimes I feel that I'm overprotective, but I'd rather be a bit paranoid than too lackadaisical.
ReplyDeleteI have been harassed, slandered and even stalked by people online so I have become extremely cautious what I say and where. It's a shame we even have to think about things like that, but......we do. SIgh.
ReplyDeleteWell, Jody, that's just creepy. I'm sorry that this happened to you--next time I won't get caught!
ReplyDelete*jus' kiddin'*
BTW: LOVED the utube link on facebook. Let me guess, one of the creepazoids has already tried to 'friend' you? Did your restraining order expire?
No, it's just that people from my high school who wouldn't even TALK to me back then suddenly want to be my friend. WTF?
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