In the span of two days, I've managed to spill not one, not two, but three, yes !THREE! cups of coffee. Granted, one of those cups was actually spilled by Arun, but when one is stupid enough to leave a vessel of liquid within easy grasp of a Toddler, it's fair to say it's your own damned fault when said Toddler spills the cup. Is there a rule on run-on sentences with this NaBloPoMo thing? If so, that first one probably just disqualified me on the spot. Bah.
I've been WAY too positive around here lately and well, we just can't have that..............
Rancid Rant #1: I'm tired of hearing women complain about motherhood and how "hard" it is - one blogger even said it was "dehumanizing". WTF? Jesus H. Christ, when you're a parent, you're raising a HUMAN BEING. Did you think it would be EASY? I would have rather commented on the blogs themselves instead of bitching here because it reeks of Passive Aggressive, but in this day and age if you make a comment on anyone's blog that even has a whiff of "non-compliance" you are labeled a troll and banished. Also, I'm NOT talking about the "Johnny spilled his milk today and I am so irritated" variety of complaint - I'm talking the sort of soul-wrenching, identity-crisis negativity that I am left wondering how their children are going to feel if they ever find it ("Gee, Mama - sorry I stole a piece of your soul "). Why can't women just be proud of being mothers and be done with it? Instead of blaming society, how about soldiering on? Yes, it is hard giving up so much to raise a child - I miss doing raku, I miss taking community college classes, I miss reading as much, I miss Girlfriend Time, I worry that I am not contributing to society enough right now. However, however, however, this is all temporary - Arun will be out the door before I know it, I'd rather give him a good base to face Life with than focus solely on myself right now. I'm the adult, right? I am hoping the investment NOW will reap benefits later in that he is a strong, capable adult who won't need me bailing him out of messes. Then, then, THEN, I can concentrate on whatever next phase of my Life brings me (Hint: I am hoping for some more eduation, perhaps a new degree), Furthermore, I write this blog with the thought that Arun may read it. So yeah, often I am writing some Breezy Bullshit about how grand life is, but I prefer the Forest, folks. Sure, one Tree might be ugly, another might be beautiful, but the Forest is Gorgeous and certainly, Life is better when you sit in awe of the Forest. ........... So there, I said it. And I feel better.
Rancid Rant #2: Here in Kansas we have a thing folks call "traffic circles", I know them as "roundabouts" and have seen them also called "rotaries" as well. Whatever - you know what I am talking about, right? ANYWAY. People need a little lesson on these things. They are a wonderful, delightful piece of Traffic Invention if used PROPERLY. The rules are quite simple - whoever the fuck is IN THE CIRCLE has the right-of-way. Not in the traffic circle already? Then it's NOT YOUR TURN, fool. Already IN the traffic circle? KEEP GOING. Every idiot who stops as they creep towards the traffic circle or worse, stops while WITHIN the traffic circle, completely DEFEATS the very PURPOSE of the traffic circle and we might as well have a 4 way stop again.
Rancid Rant #3: This is not a profound rant, but I am so weary of network television canning programs before they are barely OUT OF THE CAN. There are already whispers of 30 Rock going under. WTF? I fervently hope these are vicious lies, but I shouldn't be surprised. It's one of my favorite new sitcoms, one that makes me giggle like a schoolgirl, so OF COURSE, no one else is watching. Refer to catchphrase of this blog for a refresher on my status of a trendsetter (Hint: NEVER).
UPDATED TO ADD: Hey, maybe I worried about 30 Rock prematurely - apparently, there's still hope!
As a peace offering for the Spate of Negativity that I just spewed all over your computer screen, I offer up some Simian Snaps as a Virtual Kleenex. Sorry about the mess.
These days, Arun would like to WALK, thank you very much. None of that Carrying - that's OLD SCHOOL. Nobody gets CARRIED anymore. GAWD.
But Damn! He's slow as molasses, ya'll. And Toddler? More like Dawdler.