I am a working mom. I am a working mom that sometimes cuts corners. By sometimes, I mean every day. We don’t always have healthy dinners. I don’t sew, bake, or glue things. My cute “crafts” come pre-made from Hobby Lobby, and you really can find almost anything on Amazon. There have been times whenContinue reading “Cutting Corners”
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What’s The Problem
Every single problem in the world can be boiled down into one of two things: someone wants to take something, or someone wants to control something. Listen, I am guilty. I don’t have the desire to take anything from anyone, but I’m all about the control. For example, I believe that everyone would be happier if they would simply treat everyday like a musical. You can’t be miserable when adding a little song or spontaneous dance routine into your daily interactions. Naturally, not everyone agrees with me, and trying to force random song and dance on others isn’t well met. I also strongly believe you shouldn’t act like an ass to others, but who defines what an ass is? Who draws the line on what is acceptable and what isn’t, and what do you do with the offending ass? You see? problems…
Sibling Rivalry Covid Style
Hundreds of people are stuck at home with kids who are absolutely over spending time with each other. Are your kids fighting? Don’t know what to do about it? Here is a thought – why do you have to do anything at all?The reasoning behind my thought is simple. Xers were the original latchkey kids, and our “rivalry” was epic. Nothing your kids are going to do to each other under supervision is ever going to compare to what we did to each other sans-parentals.
Scraped Knees and Near Death Experiences
Anyone who grew up during the 70s-80s had a full-on childhood. There were no adults helicoptering our every move. We were hardcore survivalists. I imagine our guardian angels to be all hard and jaded. The poor newbie guardian angel does not get praised after guiding a 10 year- old down a softened plastic slide, and straight back to his mother who is waiting a few feet away. The newbie angel is met with:
Cold Trash Wars
There are wars that transpire silently within the walls of our home each week. No one openly acknowledges the battles, but my kitchen is definitely an every-man-for-himself combat zone. One major issue is that there isn’t a single man, woman, or child in this house that will admit it is time to take out the trash.
Love For All Things Food
I love food. To be clear, I don’t like to cook; I just love to eat. The problem is that food and I have a tumultuous relationship. I’m simply not attracted to “good” food.I love cheesy Italian food, or spicy Latino. I love “bad” food. The kind your doctor warns you about. When I was younger, I could food it up all night and all day. Unfortunately, I’m not so young anymore. I can’t keep up.
General Musings of a Gen Xer 