Weeks sometimes go by that I do not have substantial adult interaction. I mean I DO have a few friends that I try to get together weekly with the kids.. but lets be honest.. chasing after a VERY busy little lady, and watching little man like a hawk does not make too much room for actual adult conversation. Our conversations usually go like this:
"So what did you... oh... no... little lady... get that out of your mouth... no... not your nose either..... this weekend?"
"um.. we didn't do too mu.... no.. no hitting. Just ask him nicely to share his toy, yes, nicely... we didn't do much. Saturday we went to.... ok, now he is asking you nicely back, please share.... um, we went over to the... oh.. ok... you have to go potty? Ok Ok lets hurry up!! Can you watch my little one?"
And this goes on for 2 hours.. leaving both mom exhausted, and never actually finishing a thought... but hey.. at least we are in it together, right? A good friend of mine and I have started to take weekly walks together, sans kids, and they have been WONDERFUL. I have known this girl since we moved here, but in the few times that we have walked together, I have learned more about her than I ever had on our play dates. But still, I know I can not depend on her entirely for ALL of my adult interaction (besides my husband of course... but our conversations usually go a lot like the one above, and by the time the kids are asleep we are both so tired we veg out in a zombie-like state until it is an acceptable time for an adult to go to sleep. (Up here it stays like out until almost 10:00... so going to bed at 8:30 just doesn't feel like the adult thing to do haha)
So anyway, I enjoy reading. I am pretty busy with the kids, but sometimes during little ladies nap time, if little man is playing, I can catch a few minutes to breath and get lost in someone else's world. I usually read after they go to sleep to pass the time until I can go to bed. I joined a book club up here, and have had to cancel going to the last few meetings because I haven't had time to finish the assigned books. My next meeting is next Tuesday, and I have barely put a dent in the book. Last night I got to thinking... how is it that I have NO problem finishing books that I choose for myself, (I finished 50 Shades of Gray within 2 weeks, read the Hunger Games in a week, just finished the new Sookie Stackhouse book in a matter of a few days)... but yet I have had my book club book for over a month and I have barely touched it.... and then it hit me. I was taken back to high school Honors English and how I NEVER finished a single book for the class.. I didn't want to read books that someone said I HAD to read, I wanted to read my own books. It was like a little light went off in my head... a sad sad little light that showed just how truly stubborn I am. I shared my revelation with my husband, who laughed at me... I am fairly certain he thinks that being home with the kids for the past year has broken my brain. I then took my book club book upstairs and resolved to read it (and I did... for a chapter.. then it was 10:00 and FINALLY time to go to sleep!)
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
"Older" moms
begin rant.
I am 29. I have 2 kids. In the town I am from, this is "the norm." My husband and I made a choice that we wanted to have kids as soon as we got married, we wanted to be young enough to enjoy them, to be able to run around with them, and we didn't want to be 60 when they graduated high school. We probably could have spent more time for "us" when we first got married, while most of our friends were still going out every weekend, and partying, we were on diaper duty and mid-night feedings... but we made the decision to put the sleep-deprived time in early. We both wanted to be done with the baby making by the time we were 30... and now with 2 kids.. we are done. Its not a choice that everyone can make, some people don't find their spouse until well into their 30s... financial issues don't always pan out.. fertility problems put a kink in the plans.... and some people just want to hold on to their freedom for just a little longer. This post is not at all about bashing anyone's decision to have children "later" in life. It works for you, when it works for you, it is not my place to judge anyone for when they choose to have kids.
In the town we live in now.. in Canada.. it is VERY common to have kids a little later in life. At 29, I have not met another mom my age.. or younger. I even had one very rude woman ask me "Is THAT normal where you are from?".. I smiled and answered politely "yes, its normal where I am from. I am not yet 30, and I am done..." There were many choice words I wanted to say to the rude lady.. but I had to harness the Jersey bitch in me. I have found it a little difficult to connect with many women because of the age gap.. I have found a handful that I really like.. but its a bit awkward when you are at a play date.. and they are talking about pre-menopause symptoms... and thinking about having another baby all in the same sentence. And a lot of the women I have met here have married older men.. so they may be nearing 40... but their husbands are nearing 50... and they have kids the same age as us.. so we have had some trouble finding "couple" friends we can connect with. But again.. this is not to put down their decision to wait longer than we did.
THIS post is about my problem with those moms who are "older"... and use that as an excuse as to WHY they can't keep up with their kids. The moms at the playground who don't watch their children because they don't have the energy to chase them.. the children who push and shove my sweet kids because they simply have not been taught better. The kids at the play date that walk over to my little lady and steal a toy right out of her hands.. and who's mom just watches and says nothing.... the later makes the comment "kids will be kids... ugh I am too old for this!" Listen, I really do not care WHEN you chose to have kids... but don't let your age be an excuse to be a shitty parent. Children do not raise themselves.. and if I hear "I am too old for this" one more time.. I am going to lose my fucking shit.
ok.. end rant.
I am 29. I have 2 kids. In the town I am from, this is "the norm." My husband and I made a choice that we wanted to have kids as soon as we got married, we wanted to be young enough to enjoy them, to be able to run around with them, and we didn't want to be 60 when they graduated high school. We probably could have spent more time for "us" when we first got married, while most of our friends were still going out every weekend, and partying, we were on diaper duty and mid-night feedings... but we made the decision to put the sleep-deprived time in early. We both wanted to be done with the baby making by the time we were 30... and now with 2 kids.. we are done. Its not a choice that everyone can make, some people don't find their spouse until well into their 30s... financial issues don't always pan out.. fertility problems put a kink in the plans.... and some people just want to hold on to their freedom for just a little longer. This post is not at all about bashing anyone's decision to have children "later" in life. It works for you, when it works for you, it is not my place to judge anyone for when they choose to have kids.
In the town we live in now.. in Canada.. it is VERY common to have kids a little later in life. At 29, I have not met another mom my age.. or younger. I even had one very rude woman ask me "Is THAT normal where you are from?".. I smiled and answered politely "yes, its normal where I am from. I am not yet 30, and I am done..." There were many choice words I wanted to say to the rude lady.. but I had to harness the Jersey bitch in me. I have found it a little difficult to connect with many women because of the age gap.. I have found a handful that I really like.. but its a bit awkward when you are at a play date.. and they are talking about pre-menopause symptoms... and thinking about having another baby all in the same sentence. And a lot of the women I have met here have married older men.. so they may be nearing 40... but their husbands are nearing 50... and they have kids the same age as us.. so we have had some trouble finding "couple" friends we can connect with. But again.. this is not to put down their decision to wait longer than we did.
THIS post is about my problem with those moms who are "older"... and use that as an excuse as to WHY they can't keep up with their kids. The moms at the playground who don't watch their children because they don't have the energy to chase them.. the children who push and shove my sweet kids because they simply have not been taught better. The kids at the play date that walk over to my little lady and steal a toy right out of her hands.. and who's mom just watches and says nothing.... the later makes the comment "kids will be kids... ugh I am too old for this!" Listen, I really do not care WHEN you chose to have kids... but don't let your age be an excuse to be a shitty parent. Children do not raise themselves.. and if I hear "I am too old for this" one more time.. I am going to lose my fucking shit.
ok.. end rant.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Just Let Me Hold You
My Dear Daughter,
I am reminded daily of just how fast you are growing. At 9 months old, your little body has almost tripled in size from when you were just born. When we brought you home, you comfortably fit right on my left shoulder, you used to nestle your little head right below my chin, when you were crying, it was sometimes the only place that would settle you down. I used to rock you to sleep every night like that, in your favorite place. As you grew older, you no longer needed me to rock you, you actually preferred to be put down so you can settle on your own. Letting me hold you during the day is no longer an option, you are far too busy to be bothered with cuddle time. Tonight, you had a hard time falling asleep, so I rocked you. I cradled you in my arms, and put your little head right under my chin, just like you used to like me to do. Within 5 minutes you were fast asleep. As I stared down at you, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness of just how fast these past 9 months have gone by. I absolutely love watching your personality develop, but I know one day I am going to blink and you are going to be mother yourself. As I rocked you, I thought to myself “what if I just hold her.. like this, forever.. Maybe she won’t grow up. If I can just hold her forever, she will avoid all of the pains of growing up. If I hold her forever, she will never fall down and get hurt. She will never know the pain of rejection when the little boys don’t want to play with her because she as cooties.. or the pain of heart break when her first love breaks her heart. She will never know the betrayal of a friend who talks behind her back, or a bully in school who never has anything nice to say. If I hold her forever, she will stay small, and innocent, and she will always need me.”
I am reminded daily of just how fast you are growing. At 9 months old, your little body has almost tripled in size from when you were just born. When we brought you home, you comfortably fit right on my left shoulder, you used to nestle your little head right below my chin, when you were crying, it was sometimes the only place that would settle you down. I used to rock you to sleep every night like that, in your favorite place. As you grew older, you no longer needed me to rock you, you actually preferred to be put down so you can settle on your own. Letting me hold you during the day is no longer an option, you are far too busy to be bothered with cuddle time. Tonight, you had a hard time falling asleep, so I rocked you. I cradled you in my arms, and put your little head right under my chin, just like you used to like me to do. Within 5 minutes you were fast asleep. As I stared down at you, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness of just how fast these past 9 months have gone by. I absolutely love watching your personality develop, but I know one day I am going to blink and you are going to be mother yourself. As I rocked you, I thought to myself “what if I just hold her.. like this, forever.. Maybe she won’t grow up. If I can just hold her forever, she will avoid all of the pains of growing up. If I hold her forever, she will never fall down and get hurt. She will never know the pain of rejection when the little boys don’t want to play with her because she as cooties.. or the pain of heart break when her first love breaks her heart. She will never know the betrayal of a friend who talks behind her back, or a bully in school who never has anything nice to say. If I hold her forever, she will stay small, and innocent, and she will always need me.”
After 20 minutes of rocking, and staring, I realized that my plan would just not work. I knew holding you would not keep you from growing, so I placed you in your crib, I want you to experience all that life has to offer the good/the bad, you need it all. I will not hold you back, but I just have a few things to ask of you. When you fall down, please, just let me hold you. When the little boys think you have cooties, please, let me hold you. When your first love breaks your heart, please, let me hold you. When your friends stab you in the back, please, let me hold you. When the bullies have nothing nice to say, please let me hold you. When life gets hard, and all you want to do is cry, just know that your spot.. right beneath my chin, will always be yours.
~mom
Thursday, May 17, 2012
FB parenting
We all know that Facebook is the world of fake perfection… It’s a pissing contest to showcase who has the perfect family, the cutest kids, the perfect home, and most tropical vacation. Or it is the exact opposite, you know…those people on your list that air their each and every problem via the web “OMG, I just got the WORST splinter, FML!” (seriously… Get a damn hold of yourself!) I have to admit that I am guilty of the first offense… I put up far too many proud momma pictures, I constantly post the hilarious sayings of my 3 year old, and the new “tricks” of my 9 month old, and each and every sweet thing my husband does for me gets a shout out. I am not a complainer by nature, so if I am having a shitty day, I simply do not post anything. I don’t like to air my dirty laundry to all of my friends and family, I keep it to myself… But it is on those shitty days that I look at my friends and family picture perfect status and the little voice in my head says “what the fuck! How is their life so damn perfect!”… But then I have to remind myself, I only post the good stuff too.. And I know DAMN well that if you are a mom, and especially at stay at home mom, your life is FAR from perfect.
Today was one of my far from perfect days. I couldn’t even tell you WHY… But some days I just feel like I am drowning.. Some day I feel like I have no fuckin clue what I am doing.. And some days I just feel so damn alone… Some days I get jealous of my husband, that he gets to leave.. He gets to talk to adults all day, and solve REAL problems…. Not plead with an unreasonable 3 year old not to dump his yogurt on the dogs head. He gets a scheduled lunch break, with adults, where I grab a bite when I have time hiding behind the kitchen wall so my 3 year old doesn’t run over and say “hey, I need that!” Then eat everything on my plate even though he just ate an entire box of Mac and cheese…, he doesn’t have to deal with a 9 month old that shits, EVERY DAMN TIME I put her down for a nap… And today? He gets to go to the driving range after work. What did I do to work out? I was supposed to do yoga, but my 9 month old refused to nap, and talked and yelled on the monitor for an hour.. So about 45 minutes into my yoga (ya know where you are supposed to be able to relax and unwind)…. I sat on the floor and started to cry. Yup, like a damn little kid I laid on the floor and sobbed my eyes out… And now.. She is supposed to be napping but is again protesting.. Which is going to completely mess up her bedtime routine. I NEED these kids to go to bed at 8, their bed time is my only link to sanity some days, and today.. Well it looks like I am going to have to settle with being crazy. My kids are by far the best thing I have ever done with my life, but some days I just can not believe how fucking hard it is.
Today was one of my far from perfect days. I couldn’t even tell you WHY… But some days I just feel like I am drowning.. Some day I feel like I have no fuckin clue what I am doing.. And some days I just feel so damn alone… Some days I get jealous of my husband, that he gets to leave.. He gets to talk to adults all day, and solve REAL problems…. Not plead with an unreasonable 3 year old not to dump his yogurt on the dogs head. He gets a scheduled lunch break, with adults, where I grab a bite when I have time hiding behind the kitchen wall so my 3 year old doesn’t run over and say “hey, I need that!” Then eat everything on my plate even though he just ate an entire box of Mac and cheese…, he doesn’t have to deal with a 9 month old that shits, EVERY DAMN TIME I put her down for a nap… And today? He gets to go to the driving range after work. What did I do to work out? I was supposed to do yoga, but my 9 month old refused to nap, and talked and yelled on the monitor for an hour.. So about 45 minutes into my yoga (ya know where you are supposed to be able to relax and unwind)…. I sat on the floor and started to cry. Yup, like a damn little kid I laid on the floor and sobbed my eyes out… And now.. She is supposed to be napping but is again protesting.. Which is going to completely mess up her bedtime routine. I NEED these kids to go to bed at 8, their bed time is my only link to sanity some days, and today.. Well it looks like I am going to have to settle with being crazy. My kids are by far the best thing I have ever done with my life, but some days I just can not believe how fucking hard it is.
So today, my Facebook status will be missing. Next time you are having a shitty day, don’t look though all the “perfect life” statuses of your friends, look for the missing status, and know that you are not alone. We all have shitty days, just hang on, have a glass of wine with dinner, and hopefully tomorrow you will have lots of proud momma moments that will make your friends jealous.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Day 58-Fitness update, Spinning is AWESOME
So as you know, I am doing P90X with my husband... This Sunday we go into "Phase Two".. which is supposed to be more intense than "Phase One"... I survived the first phase, so I say "bring it!"... I am actually pretty exited about the diet change in the second phase.. I get to add another carb to my diet! Woo hoo!!! :) ... but as if working out 6 days a week in this crazy-ass program wasn't enough, I have also signed up for a spinning class with one of my friends. When I signed up, I really didn't *want* to sign up... I just really like this friend, she was in need of some motivation, so I thought "why the hell not"... I went last night with a grumpy attitude.. I was SURE I was going to hate it...
We get there.. we get ready, get in the room, the instructor helps us onto our bikes.. I was tired... I just wanted it to be over and to be able to go home and go to bed..... then the music started..and it was GOOD music. The first song was by "The Muse"... so right away it had me a little pumped... then pretty much every song that came on after that was by a band I liked equally as much. At one point I thought to myself "Wait a minute... I may ACTUALLY be enjoying this???" Then.. right that that exact moment... The "Foo Fighters".. I thought.. "nope.. I don't like this.. I FREAKIN LOVE THIS!"... I realize it may be completely ridiculous to love a work out because of the music that is played.. but keep in mind that all day I listen to a variety of "Mickey Mouse Club House", "Jake and the Never Land Pirates", and "The Hulk" music.. so actual ADULT music.. that I LOVED.. was enough to have me hooked. And the music was so well paired with the work out, that it kept me energized the entire time. In the 29 years I have been alive, I have never found a work out I actually enjoy, and last night, I found it. I freakin love spinning!
Now stay tuned to see how it goes along with this P90X craziness...
Friday, March 23, 2012
Day 57- I did something right
I try really hard to lead by example. I know the "do as I say, not as I do" style of parenting just does not work. I try really hard to demonstrate patience, flexibility, and being understanding.. all things that my 3 year old needs a little work on. I try not to get stressed out, I try to with the flow.. I try, but I am not perfect. Not by any stretch of the imagination. As much as I strive to be a stellar role model, there are just some days the stars to do align, I feel as though I am being pulled in a hundred directions.. and to put it simply.. I lose my shit. Today was one of those days. I am not proud of myself when I lose my shit, but I do accept that I am only human, and that I can not be on-point all of the time.
This week has been a difficult week. The weather has been absolutely beautiful, and we had plans for pretty much every day.... that is until we all got sick. I am not going to go into THAT rant again, haha, but it meant canceling all of our plans, and placing ourselves in quarantine... again. This was little lady's first cold.. and she was NOT happy about it. And if you are reading this, you know very well that moms don't get sick days.. so taking care of two sick kids.. while you are sick yourself is not a fun walk in the park. If I were smart... I would have made it as relaxing of a week as possible for all of us... but as you also know, my husband and I started P90X 3 weeks ago.. I figured I wasn't dying.. I could "Bring it." Well working my ass off... while I am sick sick.. with two sick kids, on top of not getting a whole lot of sleep because of sick kids.. plus PMS.. is one recipe for a grumpy-ass Richelle....
This morning I was doing the Kenpo X Dvd (which is basically kicking and punching the hell out of the air for an hour.. fun times.. ) and little lady woke up 45 minutes early from her nap... PISSED. Her disruption in sleep only pissed me off even more.. not at her.. but at the girl who brought he sick kid to my house... So I go get little lady.. bring her downstairs... all while fuming that little lady should be sleeping.. and I should be working out... put my DVD back on.. and the dog walks over to my work out matt and throws up. So what do I do? Did I use this as an opportunity to show my three year old patience and compassion by stoping my work out (again) and making sure the dog is OK? Of course not... I screamed at the dog "Robbi!! STOP!!! I REALLY HATE YOU SOMETIMES!" I immediately felt like an asshole. Poor Robbi. She puts up with SO much from little man, she didn't deserve that.. the look on her little face was of pure heart-ache.. and what was worse.. I just told the dog that I hated her.. in front of my kids. I NEVER use the word hate!! (And for the record.. I love that damn dog!) But before I could even pause my DVD and tell Robbi I was sorry.. Gray ran over to her.. lifted her sad little head into his hands, looked into her big brown eyes and said "Its ok Robbi, it was just an accident. We will clean it up. Let me give you a hug and a kiss." I was so proud of my little man in that moment. Even when his mommy was displaying the way NOT to act, he stepped it up to give Robbi the love and encouragement that I should have given her in the first place. I told him I was very proud of him, and that mommy was wrong, and that its NOT ok to yell at Robbi or anyone like that, and then I hugged Robbi. Little man gave me a big hug and said "Its ok mommy" and gave me a big wet kiss on the cheek.
Somewhere along the line, I did something right with that little guy.
This week has been a difficult week. The weather has been absolutely beautiful, and we had plans for pretty much every day.... that is until we all got sick. I am not going to go into THAT rant again, haha, but it meant canceling all of our plans, and placing ourselves in quarantine... again. This was little lady's first cold.. and she was NOT happy about it. And if you are reading this, you know very well that moms don't get sick days.. so taking care of two sick kids.. while you are sick yourself is not a fun walk in the park. If I were smart... I would have made it as relaxing of a week as possible for all of us... but as you also know, my husband and I started P90X 3 weeks ago.. I figured I wasn't dying.. I could "Bring it." Well working my ass off... while I am sick sick.. with two sick kids, on top of not getting a whole lot of sleep because of sick kids.. plus PMS.. is one recipe for a grumpy-ass Richelle....
This morning I was doing the Kenpo X Dvd (which is basically kicking and punching the hell out of the air for an hour.. fun times.. ) and little lady woke up 45 minutes early from her nap... PISSED. Her disruption in sleep only pissed me off even more.. not at her.. but at the girl who brought he sick kid to my house... So I go get little lady.. bring her downstairs... all while fuming that little lady should be sleeping.. and I should be working out... put my DVD back on.. and the dog walks over to my work out matt and throws up. So what do I do? Did I use this as an opportunity to show my three year old patience and compassion by stoping my work out (again) and making sure the dog is OK? Of course not... I screamed at the dog "Robbi!! STOP!!! I REALLY HATE YOU SOMETIMES!" I immediately felt like an asshole. Poor Robbi. She puts up with SO much from little man, she didn't deserve that.. the look on her little face was of pure heart-ache.. and what was worse.. I just told the dog that I hated her.. in front of my kids. I NEVER use the word hate!! (And for the record.. I love that damn dog!) But before I could even pause my DVD and tell Robbi I was sorry.. Gray ran over to her.. lifted her sad little head into his hands, looked into her big brown eyes and said "Its ok Robbi, it was just an accident. We will clean it up. Let me give you a hug and a kiss." I was so proud of my little man in that moment. Even when his mommy was displaying the way NOT to act, he stepped it up to give Robbi the love and encouragement that I should have given her in the first place. I told him I was very proud of him, and that mommy was wrong, and that its NOT ok to yell at Robbi or anyone like that, and then I hugged Robbi. Little man gave me a big hug and said "Its ok mommy" and gave me a big wet kiss on the cheek.
Somewhere along the line, I did something right with that little guy.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Day 56- The green snot
We have had a hell of a time making friends up here. I have met some awesome women in the mommy group I am in.. a few of them I think I would even be friends with outside of motherhood. But on the weekends, it is usually just my husband, the kids, and I. We have found that it is really hard to make couple friends. Most of the people we have met, already have very busy weekends with prior obligations, and busy social circles that existed long before we moved to Canada. A few months ago I met a really nice woman who lives pretty much right around the corner from us. Her and her husband are from a different part of Canada, so they don't have many couple friends either. Last week we were chatting about how difficult it was to make couple friends and decided to get our families together for a BBQ.. which happened last weekend.
While we had a really nice time, and got along really well with the other couple.. I am just not sure if I can talk to them anymore. They brought over their son sick. Big green boogers hanging out of the kids nose the entire time he was here. If you follow my blog.. you KNOW how much I can not stand this.. it is so disrespectful to bring your sick kid into MY home.. with my healthy children. If she had given me the heads-up that he was sick.. and then I CHOSE to allow him into my home.. that would have been one thing.. but unfortunately that was not the case. Our family was exposed to "the boogie nose" against our will. Now myself, and both of the children are sick. Little man had a rough night the first night.. but is coping pretty well. I am feeling pretty much like crap... but I can take it. What really pisses me off.. is that little lady now has her first cold.. and is handling it HORRIBLY. She was up screaming for an hour and a half in the middle of the night last night... only slept for 1/2 hour this morning (she usually naps for 1 1/2)... and it took me 45 minutes to get her to sleep this afternoon. The whole time she was screaming.. and looking at me with her big beautiful hazel eyes.. as if to say "Why.. Why did you let this happen to me??!" She REFUSED to eat.. so I had to feed her the bottle through a medicine dispenser.. which really only pissed her off even more.
I am going to say this one more time... I have said it before in a previous blog.. but if you are a parent who knowingly takes your sick kid to a play date... without giving the other parents a heads-up.. you are a fucking asshole. I don't care if you think "oh.. its just a little cold.. kids get colds..." if YOU choose to expose my children to illnesses, without the consideration of telling me first.. then I probably shouldn't be friends with you to begin with.
While we had a really nice time, and got along really well with the other couple.. I am just not sure if I can talk to them anymore. They brought over their son sick. Big green boogers hanging out of the kids nose the entire time he was here. If you follow my blog.. you KNOW how much I can not stand this.. it is so disrespectful to bring your sick kid into MY home.. with my healthy children. If she had given me the heads-up that he was sick.. and then I CHOSE to allow him into my home.. that would have been one thing.. but unfortunately that was not the case. Our family was exposed to "the boogie nose" against our will. Now myself, and both of the children are sick. Little man had a rough night the first night.. but is coping pretty well. I am feeling pretty much like crap... but I can take it. What really pisses me off.. is that little lady now has her first cold.. and is handling it HORRIBLY. She was up screaming for an hour and a half in the middle of the night last night... only slept for 1/2 hour this morning (she usually naps for 1 1/2)... and it took me 45 minutes to get her to sleep this afternoon. The whole time she was screaming.. and looking at me with her big beautiful hazel eyes.. as if to say "Why.. Why did you let this happen to me??!" She REFUSED to eat.. so I had to feed her the bottle through a medicine dispenser.. which really only pissed her off even more.
I am going to say this one more time... I have said it before in a previous blog.. but if you are a parent who knowingly takes your sick kid to a play date... without giving the other parents a heads-up.. you are a fucking asshole. I don't care if you think "oh.. its just a little cold.. kids get colds..." if YOU choose to expose my children to illnesses, without the consideration of telling me first.. then I probably shouldn't be friends with you to begin with.
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