Tuesday, July 26, 2005


I apologize in advance for the foul language and the misspellings that this post might contain, but I've gotta get this out.

My kids just piss me off sometimes. I am especially susceptible to it right now because I feel like the house is just filled to the roof with plastic CRAP that I can't get rid of.

WHY in the world do we have all of these toys? Why must ever toy made be composed of 859 separate plastic pieces that have to be pieced together in about 5 hours of mind-numbing work. And furthermore, why must these toys be so complicated that no child below the age of ten have an ability to enjoy these toys without countless hours of adult supervision.

Is THIS how we teach our children? (I know the answer, okay. Don't tell me.) Is this the point.

(And yes, I am aware of the irony of Mr. Pop Culture being overwhelmed by the mindless ephemera of what is children's pop culture.)

God! Why does it have to be this way?

And furtherm0re, why do my kids choose to not let me do anything with them the minute their mother comes in the door? Why can they be doing well and behaving perfectly fine, but as soon as she comes in the door (two hours later than she should have to) I might as well be in another state for all of the good that I can do for them. They wouldn't let me carry them out of a burning building if their mom was available.

WHY? Do I raise my voice too much? (Yes, sometimes.)

What am I doing wrong?

It makes me sick, sometimes.

And no, I am not going to back to edit this or take anything out.

I am sorry if it bothers you, but I am pissed off and I can't yell anymore. I doesn't help, it only makes me feel bad afterwords, and it is not useful.

So, skip this post. If I ever have to do this again, then I'll come up with some signal so you won't have to read this kind of angry junk again.

1 comment:

Sven Golly said...

I feel a deeper affinity with my fellow blogger, thanks to your courage and candor. Maybe it's the recent full moon, or the midsummer heat, or some force less noticeable that affects our biorhythms, endocrine system, or astral aura. But just to acknowledge the fact, I've had a couple of intense outbursts in the last few days, and it wasn't pretty, and I don't have little kids to drive me insane. Human, all too human.