When you’ve been writing for 4 hours and only have 2 pages. I need 6 pgs minimum.
When a doctoral candidate writes (paraphrased) “people who are emotionally weaker have a tendency to be depressed”. Wow. This statement is fantastically false and hurtful. Idiot.
When one of the assigned readings is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (not really, one of the authors is named Hyde so that’s what I call this book) and it mentions the U.S.S.R. – which I should be careful in even typing because we know how that turned out for me last time. It struck me as weird because it’s a very outdated title. Turns out it was written in 1959. Now it all makes sense.
When I drop off mini at school and can’t find my ID to access work. My sweet coworker (Ms. P, remember) happily informs me it’s at my computer. At work. Which I can’t get to without said ID. In nearly 10 years, I have never left my ID in any place other than intended. Thankfully I had other methods to get to work. But still. Now I have to start over on my record.
When mini wants to discuss the merits and nuances of “running sticks”. Tampons. That’s what we’re talking about here. She’s 6 so I give her an age appropriate explanation. Just as I thought we were done – aka I had sufficiently navigated these uncharted waters – she asks…so where do they go? My answer: inside your body. As a look of horror and disgust cross her little face, she loudly says “YOU EAT THEM?!” And this is where I said we’re going to be late for school, let’s go.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be over questioning every life choice ever made and frantically searching for that damn parenting manual. Again. As I always do.
I ask you –
Do you have a winning streak on never forgetting your ID or some other form of work access card, etc?
What conversation was the hardest with your child(ren)?
Send help. I don’t know what I’m doing over here.
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Oh just wait for those tough conversations! Most embarrassing moment ever tampon-related story. I once had to help my daughter who had just started getting her period and was on an intense year-round swim team to remove said tampon. Not something I ever wanted to have to do again.
I think I’ve got that one covered. I worked with children for many years and had a similar situation with a developmentally delayed young lady who needed help removing hers. Needless to say, she decided afterwards to stick with other sanitary products.
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Oh my. Yes, I’d say you’ve got that covered.
1. I think it’s been about 8 years since I’ve forgotten to take my wallet with me beyond the neighborhood.
2. Mine is 9. I have PLENTY of hard conversations ahead of me.
3. And you think I know what I’m doing over here?!? People who offer parenting advice all share a dark secret–we’re all just making it up on the fly. Nobody really knows what they’re doing.
It makes me feel better when other parents tell me they don’t know what they’re doing either. Seriously. Thank you!
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