All posts tagged Children

Why so serious?

Published September 23, 2015 by ia84

A few months ago I found myself at dinner with a group of women.  Since they all have small children, most of the conversation focused on said small children.  I heard many gross stories (mostly involving throw-up.  I came home and kind of freaked out.  The poor boy was met with the line of questioning, “Did you know kids throw up?  Cause they do!  Like all the time!  Pretty much everywhere!  It’s all they do!  It’s their entire life’s purpose!  You can’t even change the sheets because they’re just gonna hurl all over them!”). 

There was one point in the evening when the topic of blogging came up.  I got asked if I’ve ever gotten any mean comments.  I replied that I don’t really get many comments, but the ones I have gotten have always been fine, kind even.  However, I don’t really write anything inflammatory.  I write fluff.

The truth is, I could easily write multiple posts about how mad and/or offended I am by whatever the trending thing that everyone is mad and offended by.  But, what would be the point of that?  Sure, I’d probably get more readers if I was loud and opinionated all the time.  I won’t lie, that would be kind of nice, a bit of an ego boost.  But, at the end of the day, what good would it do?  The internet is already full of loud, opinionated, angry people, how would I be making the world a better place by adding my voice to that seething cesspool of hate? 

Besides, if you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m kind of a wreck.  I’m not the most emotionally healthy person you’ll ever meet (more healthy than some, less healthy than most).  More than once it’s been mentioned to me that I’m a bit manic.  So, keeping that in mind, it would be unwise for me to constantly write about things that upset me, because it would just lower my mood and do a number on my general emotional state.   

Instead, I’m going to keep writing about fluff.  Talking about how much I love my Jams (!  Sharing about my car drama.  Raising eyebrows about the weird world of medicine.  Mooning over the boy. 

And if you’re really desperate to get my opinion on something controversial, feel free to ask.

Why Eighteen?

Published December 31, 2013 by ia84

When I was little (5 or 6) I announced to my parents that we needed to move to Alaska and live in a house with eighteen bathrooms.  I was apparently obsessed, because I remember mentioning it to my mom more than once over the next year or two.  Her general response involved something along the lines of, “Are you going to clean all eighteen bathrooms?”

Eventually, I realized that my request wasn’t going to be fulfilled, and I pretty much blocked out all memory of it from my brain.  And it stayed blocked until two weeks ago.  I was driving home from work one night, and suddenly I found myself wondering, “Why eighteen?”  Seriously, it’s the most random number.  I didn’t have any siblings, so it wasn’t about everyone having their own bathroom.  Honestly, I’m starting to wonder if I just randomly grabbed a number out of mid-air in an attempt to impress my parents with what a good idea I had.  I’m also not sure why I was so insistent it had to bathrooms.  Why not jungle gyms or swimming pools?

I was a strange child.  (Yeah, probably should’ve opened with that.)