Kadiera's Playground Cute but Evil - it averages out

Alex and I went to the park this evening. We were supposed to meet a playgroup there, but there was no one who seemed to be talking to anyone else, so it's hard to say if they were there and we missed them or if they just weren't there.

I give up on this group. A group that claims to be for both stay at home and working moms that only has playdates on weekday mornings unless I bug them to schedule one just isn't going to work. They charge dues, and I can't even get to a freakin event where I might be willing to pay their fucking dues because they won't schedule 2 events in one day and don't schedule things when I'm not att work.

Do not say that your playgroup is open to working moms if all your events are at 10 am on weekdays and you're not going to support evening playgroup meetings generally....especially if you refuse to schedule a playgroup on a day you already have another event.

Weekend before last, I watched the re-make of the movie Carrie - I'd seen the original back in the mid-90's living in Joplin, and read the book sometime while in High School (our middle school library didn't have Stephen King).

Most people's high school experience doesn't involve psychokenesis, vats of pigs blood, or religious whack-job parents. But I know a hell of a lot of people who, in their heart of hearts, understand Carrie and her desire to be "normal."

Go read this because it says so much about the assumptions that go into the stupid questions that people ask.

Including questions like, "So, now that your son isn't in the hospital, aren't you going to take down all these pictures of when he was? Because, I mean, they're just so traumatic!"

No....I am not taking them down anytime soon....though I supposed I'm running out of wall space and need to condense a bit when I print new pics.

I'm sorry, but if your doctor says you can take the baby off the oxygen, and you won't try it because you think they might stop breathing, you need some brains and some medication.

And maybe some therapy.

Especially if you're scared to take said child out of the house, even to the park, during summer, because you think they might get sick and die.

I realize that there are points where I'm overprotective, and maybe a little overly panicky about Alexander....but I realize once in a while that I'm not that bad off.

Further: If you're super super worried about your kid getting their tonsils out, having ear tubes put in, or any other 'routine' surgery like this, please STFU and go bitch to someone else. I don't want to hear it.

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So wait...you want to buy my stuff, but you haven't seen it? And you're an American but write like this? Riiiiight......

I wrote a piece a while back on how I'm a bad Pagan.

Apparently I need to add to this list again.

Today I got told that I'm a bad Pagan because I'm not planning to be a stay at home mommy. I've now been informed that, regardless of the reasons one might choose to do otherwise, mothers should give up all aspects of their pre-child life because it's the most natural thing to do.

I question this on general principles. Women have always done what was necessary - I suspect even in the so-called perfect matriarchal societies - which means sometimes working, sometimes leaving children in the care of others, and sometimes realizing that one's own sanity requires having a life outside of one's home.

how is it that 6 months after turning this responsibility over to someone else, I'm told that it was "too confusing" for them to fucking pick up the phone and call in payroll?