Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Guest Post: My Story - Pro-Life for Me.
Guest Post:
Let me start off by saying that I am pro-choice. I believe that a woman's decisions about her body are hers. Any decision about abortion should be a woman's choice. I would like to tell the story about the choice I made.
This isn't an easy story for me to write. It's not something that happened that I like to shout from the rooftops. But lately many things have been in the news and many of my friends are posting on the topic of rape. It's really triggering for me. So I asked for a place to tell my story and thank you so much for giving me a place.
A few US politicians have made some beyond stupid comments regarding pregnancy and rape. If I ever hear the phrase 'legitimate rape' again it will be too soon. Fuck you Mr. Akin. Most of them make me wonder how they passed 8th grade science class. But the last one made by Richard Mourdock has caused some people to go apeshit twisting his words. He said I struggled with it myself for a long time, but I came to realize that life is that gift from God. And, I think, even when life begins in that horrible situation of rape, that it is something that God intended to happen.
While politically I disagree with him as I am pro-choice he didn't say "Yay Rape", "Rape is awesome", "I support rape" or anything even remotely close to that. I think the man said exactly what he meant and to twist that is just a wee bit sick. He clearly believes that all unborn life deserves to be born. Which brings me to why I feel the need to hijack my good friends blog and share my story. Here goes.
In 2000, six months after the birth of my first child I was raped. It was horrible, terrible, and pretty much every negative word one can imagine. It changed my life forever. No amount of therapy will take the memory away from me. A few weeks after being raped I found that I was pregnant. Abortion was never even a consideration for me. I could not imagine killing the life inside me because of the assault perpetrated upon me. It was not my son's fault his paternal predecessor was a rapist. My faith taught me that all life was precious. I carried my son and he was born 9 months later. He's now almost 12 and I could not be more proud of him. He is growing into a caring, compassionate hard working young man. I would not trade him for anything. I mother him as fiercely as I do my other children.
So does this mean I liked being raped? Does keeping my son mean I endorse rape? No, no it doesn't. But from some of the FB statuses and blog posts I have read those things must be true. I feel as if there is a large group of people who feel that abortion after rape is the default no brainer response. I hate to break it to people but it's not. There are women like me all over, who choose to keep a pregnancy in the face of rape. We are generally not shouting about it to protect our children. We don't want them burdened with the knowledge of how they came to be before they are old enough to understand. But there is another side to this coin. My family is the other side.
For some reason that I do not understand men aren't supposed to have an opinion on this issue. Having a penis somehow excludes them from the conversation. I don't believe that it does. While men may never have to face the first hand consequences of pregnancy after rape they may very well have to support their mothers, daughters, wives and sisters in such a situation. We as women should try to include men as much as possible in this conversation, they are affected too. Just ask the man raising my son as his own.
In my faith and my heart I am pro-life in all situations. That includes when the life of the mother is at stake, I am then pro-her life. Whatever is going to help the most people come out of the situation alive. I live in the US and here hopefully we all strive to understand and accept people of all beliefs. So I do not try to force my stance on anyone else. I do my best to understand everyone's point of view and not to belittle their beliefs and choices. I just wish the same courtesy was extended to me.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Yo, marriage is hard.
So that phrase is contrite, and annoying. I know it but tough luck because it is true. Marriage brings out the worst in people. The best is often brought out in dating, then people get comfy and the awful in people comes rip roaring out. It blows, beyond so. Sometimes both parties are guilty, sometimes one person holds that bag more often than the other.
No marriage is perfect. There are fleeting moments when you take a look around and think, "Wow, this fucking rocks! *This* is what marriage should be like all the time!". Except the problem with that little fantasy is no one can live up to it 24/7. People screw up, sometimes in epic ways, sometimes in ways that only seem epic at the time.
DH and I had/have our problems. There will always be issues of some sort. Days or weeks pass by with nothing, but eventually something will creep back up. That is how life is and there is nothing wrong with that. Last summer, though from the outside looked great, sucked to massive proportions. I won't go into detail about what happened here, because in all honesty 99% of the time it is resolved in my brain. What kept me from walking out the door and saying a big F you, was when I looked back and removed the current shit-storm from the equation I was happy a good 80% of the time. More often than not I was happy. I knew that in the remaining 20% of the time easily 50/50 of it being my fault (everyone picks fights for things they feel passionately about to later realize that it was a battle that shouldn't have been picked).
I'm speaking in general terms here, and not referencing my own marriage now: What I think is interesting that unless you are part of the marriage you *never* know what is actually going on. It is easy to judge from the outside and think that X is the problem in that marriage. It is easy to point fingers, because in your brain you have it all figured out, because you are brilliant like that right? No, you are actually being kind of douchy. You will never know what it is like to be in that marriage. To know what the other person goes through or puts up with. You don't know if that personal is anal retentive and wants, *needs*, something done a certain way. You didn't have to retrain your whole way of thinking to stay with someone. You don't know, if this person you so dearly love, isn't a massive asshole/bitch or controlling, or even abusive.
People blindly pick sides, and don't care about who they hurt in the process. It is easy to think you know everything, because you heard all the rumors, or you saw that facebook status, but rather you only see what people want you to see. In the demise of a marriage it becomes of a public relations nightmare. The once married couple or just confused couple all of a sudden has to justify themselves to people who have no business being entertained by the sadness that goes with a separation. When the sides form everyone has a trash fest to make one person look like the doer of all evil even though the sides have no idea of what actually happened.
So hows about everyone takes a stepback and leave those who are dealing with their family issues alone and not add to the drama. Hows about you the person not involved not post on facebook how you think someone is a whore/game addict/freak of nature/fake.
No marriage is perfect. There are fleeting moments when you take a look around and think, "Wow, this fucking rocks! *This* is what marriage should be like all the time!". Except the problem with that little fantasy is no one can live up to it 24/7. People screw up, sometimes in epic ways, sometimes in ways that only seem epic at the time.
DH and I had/have our problems. There will always be issues of some sort. Days or weeks pass by with nothing, but eventually something will creep back up. That is how life is and there is nothing wrong with that. Last summer, though from the outside looked great, sucked to massive proportions. I won't go into detail about what happened here, because in all honesty 99% of the time it is resolved in my brain. What kept me from walking out the door and saying a big F you, was when I looked back and removed the current shit-storm from the equation I was happy a good 80% of the time. More often than not I was happy. I knew that in the remaining 20% of the time easily 50/50 of it being my fault (everyone picks fights for things they feel passionately about to later realize that it was a battle that shouldn't have been picked).
I'm speaking in general terms here, and not referencing my own marriage now: What I think is interesting that unless you are part of the marriage you *never* know what is actually going on. It is easy to judge from the outside and think that X is the problem in that marriage. It is easy to point fingers, because in your brain you have it all figured out, because you are brilliant like that right? No, you are actually being kind of douchy. You will never know what it is like to be in that marriage. To know what the other person goes through or puts up with. You don't know if that personal is anal retentive and wants, *needs*, something done a certain way. You didn't have to retrain your whole way of thinking to stay with someone. You don't know, if this person you so dearly love, isn't a massive asshole/bitch or controlling, or even abusive.
People blindly pick sides, and don't care about who they hurt in the process. It is easy to think you know everything, because you heard all the rumors, or you saw that facebook status, but rather you only see what people want you to see. In the demise of a marriage it becomes of a public relations nightmare. The once married couple or just confused couple all of a sudden has to justify themselves to people who have no business being entertained by the sadness that goes with a separation. When the sides form everyone has a trash fest to make one person look like the doer of all evil even though the sides have no idea of what actually happened.
So hows about everyone takes a stepback and leave those who are dealing with their family issues alone and not add to the drama. Hows about you the person not involved not post on facebook how you think someone is a whore/game addict/freak of nature/fake.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
A Late Night Cry
I continue to see in various child birth blogs, facebook pages, etc about moms who have had a difficult delivery and complain when someone replies “at least you have a healthy baby.” Why is that an insult? Isn’t the prize after a delivery (natural or c-section) the baby? The experience of delivering the baby should play a secondary role to the baby itself.
I’ve read many a birth story from the fabulous ones that end in unicorns and rainbows and happiness, to the ones that left a mom feeling traumatized – yet they end with a baby. Possibly a mom physically or mentally scarred, but they have their prize. They have their sweet, completely, healthy baby that they can hold and love and watch grow up. I have also read stories that hurt my heart, that make the non-crying me bawl. What I think is interesting is often these stories are ignored or just not talked about. These are stories of moms who have had something go wrong, where there isn’t a healthy alive baby at the end of the experience. These are moms who feel like they failed their babies because they weren’t able to keep them safe. Moms who all they have to remember are baby kicks and funerals. Some of these ladies had midwives who failed them, some had stillborns, none of them ended up with the prize that that you deem as insulting.
“The thought of a vaginal delivery was the cruelest idea imaginable. They werent going to make me go through all that pain without the reward of a live baby at the end, were they?”
– Mother of a Stillborn
I am sorry you didn’t end up with the experience you wanted, but in the end the baby is the most important thing. Please don’t be so trivial about the good fortune you had delivering a baby, whether it was the delivery you wanted or not. I think if you read these stories you will come to appreciate that you did end up with a healthy baby not the alternative that some mothers are forced to cope with.
“I had no idea what I needed to do, as I had never planned a funeral before, let alone a baby funeral. All I knew was that I needed time to make it perfect, my last testament to my daughter. I'd never plan a birthday party, I'd never help plan her wedding. But here I was planning her funeral. What an upside down world.” – Mother of a Stillborn
I've got another post coming up along the same lines, and with permission, I will share links to these women's stories.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Who am I? I dunno
I do know I that I am a people pleaser. I tend to keep my mouth shut on the Facebook world in certain circles. Why you ask? I mean I have put myself in these circles. I thought that I had found a group, and got warmy dormy feelings. It turns out that if I give my opinion about certain topics, my comments are deleted, then I get blocked and banned from the blog page, and removed from friends list. All because I have a differing opinion. Instead of talking or being adult and explain, I get "bam you are deleted, you don't count nor do I care what *you* have to say". Yep, that's the way to try to spread your philosophy and theory, delete people who don't agree. It hasn't just happened once, this is the second time. All for questioning the "there is only one side to everything" stance held by some people.
I know that I'm not a crappy person, or even that I was hateful here. There are people that I get along with rather well that I can get snarky with and they know that I'm not pissy with them, and they can get snarky back. There is only a few of those people, and the two people who decided that I was a "troll" weren't those people. I treated those folks like I would anyone, with pleasantries. Remember my gold rule post and my thoughts on opinions, so I've already stated how I treat people. You won't catch me deleting comments, or blocking people for the simple fact that I don't want that to be done to me.
I'm writing about it because it bugs me. I take things personally and I shouldn't, I guess. I need to remember that even though I value people's thoughts and opinions, even if I don't agree, not everyone feels the same way.
So you comment below lemme know your opinions!
I know that I'm not a crappy person, or even that I was hateful here. There are people that I get along with rather well that I can get snarky with and they know that I'm not pissy with them, and they can get snarky back. There is only a few of those people, and the two people who decided that I was a "troll" weren't those people. I treated those folks like I would anyone, with pleasantries. Remember my gold rule post and my thoughts on opinions, so I've already stated how I treat people. You won't catch me deleting comments, or blocking people for the simple fact that I don't want that to be done to me.
I'm writing about it because it bugs me. I take things personally and I shouldn't, I guess. I need to remember that even though I value people's thoughts and opinions, even if I don't agree, not everyone feels the same way.
So you comment below lemme know your opinions!
It's all about the context.
I saw a blog post that had all the following items and talked about how awful each of the items were. I had questioned the context of the items, because while the pictured looked odd there had to be some sound reason for the contraption. Low and behold, if you put the items in context you can see that not all of them are completely off base.
The Zaky Infant Pillow
The Zaky infant pillow - while at first I thought it was completely and utterly stupid I then realized that it was originally designed for preemies. The parents didn't want their baby to feel alone. Kinda makes sense in that context. Or how about a colickly baby who wants to have the light pressure on his back/tummy and will only sleep that way. I can see how this could be helpful. And I know that it doesn't replace real contact, so do the creators of it. Would I use it? I'm going with a big no on that.
Bottle Holder
The Baby Keeper
Is an infant carrier style seat, that hangs from the stall wall in most public restrooms, and can also be used in many public fitting rooms and locker rooms.
Baby Mop
This was created in Japan, and they are known for creating some pretty insane things. No I don't have a justification for it.
Hello Kitty Baby perfume
Baby Bikini
For sure not for everyone, but I've got a friend with one and she thinks it is fabulous. Different strokes for different folks.
Baby Tattoos
Much like the bikini, and I'm sure more of a novelty item than anything else.
Binki Keeper
From the Facebook page, which for the life of me I can't remember the name, the straps have elastic so the pacifier can easily pop out. I find it to be slightly medieval looking. That said, I've never had a baby that depended on a pacifier. I might sing a different tune after a few weeks of no sleep. ;-)
Diaper Changing Station w/ steps
I know these are regularly used in daycare centers. After picking up 20/30 lb toddlers all day, the steps would be a saving grace. Home use, unless you have a physical impairment I see it taking up way more room than it's worth.
Inflatable Tub with Neck Ring
This isn't for everyone like almost all of these items. I know this item is great for kids with brittle bone disease. The kiddos get to float and feel free without the risk of breaking something. I'm sure other kiddos with issues of various sorts could find this comforting.
Hands Free Holder
I don't see the big issue. Martina is getting independent enough that she doesn't want me feeding her. Also having more than one kid this is handy. I can foresee the tray on Martina's stroller coming in handy this summer when I am at Catelyn's ball games. Typically it is just me and the girls at practice, and if I need to help Catelyn I don't want to just ditch Martina. Best of both worlds, because both kids will be taken care of.
Baby High Heels for the Momma Divas
Much like the bikini, to each their own. In fact shoes in general aren't needed for babies. Martina only wears shoes when we are going to the horses, or some where she might have her feet on the ground (form of protection).
Infant Bottle Holder
Riding Vacuum
Riding vacuum: Not a bad idea. If the kiddo likes and enjoys it why not let them help out. I'm not talking forced labor, and according to one link the thing is suppose to be pretty quite. What is it hurting? http://www.unplggd.com/unplggd/appliances/rideable-vacuum-cleaner-025064
And why doesn't this bother me, but the baby mop does? The baby mop is putting the babies face right in the dirt/mess.
Bottle Snuggler
How to be a parent to more than one kid, without using a towel to prop a bottle. Yes, in the Mom Utopia this wouldn't be needed, no child would need you at the same time. In reality, someone is going to need you at almost all times. The pictures on the website are actually kinda neat looking. For us breastfeeding from the tap moms I know we don't need this. http://www.bottlesnugglers.com/faqs.php
Baby Walking Aid
I think it's kinda odd, but my back functions (kinda) correctly. Could be handy for elderly folks who want to help the kiddo walk (not forcing them to walk, but kids often want to walk before they are able). http://www.boogywoogy.com/
Friday, May 6, 2011
Opinion, schmopinion
So this has been in my brain for a while. Everyone has opinions on well everything. That's what makes us fabulous folks: our thoughts and opinions on a various plethora of topics.
I'm going to cover a few hot button topics, because well I feel like it. I try to stay happily in the middle of the road, because some of these I have *no* personal experience with. I personally feel that unless it has effected you directly then you can't see the full picture. There is always our own ideal, but sometimes that changes once we are in the middle of the muck.
Zombies: Yes, some people don't believe there will be a take over, and maybe they have a point. Do we really need to prepare for the take over now? I would like to add that I would love to see Liberace as a zombie. That would be fantastic glittery fun.
Medical advice: Shouldn't be handled out on Facebook. Telling someone to check with a medical professional, one thing, continuing to tout that things are just "a variation of normal" is asinine.
Motorcycles: Yes, there are other manufactures than Harley-Davidson. No, they might not be as cool or as testosterone inducing maniless, but they do exist. And just because someone aspires to ride a crotch rocket does not make them inferior to you. Just saying.
Circumcision: Share information, educate the world, remember not everyone is going to agree with you. So if they don't agree, maybe let them know that they should talk to a urologist and see what he/she has to say about it.
Star Wars/Star Trek: Yes, you, you there junkie. Not everyone is in love with these pieces of fiction. *gasp* Some of us only have a mild passing interest in either one, and that does not make us sinners in the sci-fi world.
Vaccinations: Once against whatever side you are on, educate, spread your world, stop at name calling or implying people are shit-tastic parents.
Homebirth: This recently became a big thing for me. I've read a few catastrophic stories about it. Before saying that anyone and everyone can do it, maybe just maybe remember that not everyone can or should. The point of pregnancy is to have an *gasp* alive baby. So those moms who have had at least one kid with no complications are great candiates for a delivery with a Certified Nurse Midwife. If you see a CPM, make sure she works with a CNM and that the CNM will be there to help. CPM (Certified Professional Midwife) has no medical training. I know the odds of something happening are slim to none, but if it does go wrong wow. I've got a great friend who is delivering her third child with a fantastic CNM at home (this is her second home birth). What's great about this friend is she is also seeing an OB, to make sure that things don't go astray, or if things do she has a back up plan.
On a continued note: If you feel that you are put upon this earth to educate the weak-minded (at least they are in your book) you should take responsibility to share accurate and researched information. Sharing information about how vaccinating makes you "feel", doesn't actually prove anything and does nothing to promote your cause. If you want to prove to people that X is the reason you should or shouldn't vaccinate (circumcise, or drink coke, do pot, smoke, or whatever), you have to be able to have the information from a reliable source. You shouldn't be sharing information that doesn't follow at least the basic requirements for a semi-decent high school research paper, which means it should have sources. Hell if it has footnotes, I'd be in fucking heaven.
I'm going to cover a few hot button topics, because well I feel like it. I try to stay happily in the middle of the road, because some of these I have *no* personal experience with. I personally feel that unless it has effected you directly then you can't see the full picture. There is always our own ideal, but sometimes that changes once we are in the middle of the muck.
Zombies: Yes, some people don't believe there will be a take over, and maybe they have a point. Do we really need to prepare for the take over now? I would like to add that I would love to see Liberace as a zombie. That would be fantastic glittery fun.
Medical advice: Shouldn't be handled out on Facebook. Telling someone to check with a medical professional, one thing, continuing to tout that things are just "a variation of normal" is asinine.
Motorcycles: Yes, there are other manufactures than Harley-Davidson. No, they might not be as cool or as testosterone inducing maniless, but they do exist. And just because someone aspires to ride a crotch rocket does not make them inferior to you. Just saying.
Circumcision: Share information, educate the world, remember not everyone is going to agree with you. So if they don't agree, maybe let them know that they should talk to a urologist and see what he/she has to say about it.
Star Wars/Star Trek: Yes, you, you there junkie. Not everyone is in love with these pieces of fiction. *gasp* Some of us only have a mild passing interest in either one, and that does not make us sinners in the sci-fi world.
Vaccinations: Once against whatever side you are on, educate, spread your world, stop at name calling or implying people are shit-tastic parents.
Homebirth: This recently became a big thing for me. I've read a few catastrophic stories about it. Before saying that anyone and everyone can do it, maybe just maybe remember that not everyone can or should. The point of pregnancy is to have an *gasp* alive baby. So those moms who have had at least one kid with no complications are great candiates for a delivery with a Certified Nurse Midwife. If you see a CPM, make sure she works with a CNM and that the CNM will be there to help. CPM (Certified Professional Midwife) has no medical training. I know the odds of something happening are slim to none, but if it does go wrong wow. I've got a great friend who is delivering her third child with a fantastic CNM at home (this is her second home birth). What's great about this friend is she is also seeing an OB, to make sure that things don't go astray, or if things do she has a back up plan.
On a continued note: If you feel that you are put upon this earth to educate the weak-minded (at least they are in your book) you should take responsibility to share accurate and researched information. Sharing information about how vaccinating makes you "feel", doesn't actually prove anything and does nothing to promote your cause. If you want to prove to people that X is the reason you should or shouldn't vaccinate (circumcise, or drink coke, do pot, smoke, or whatever), you have to be able to have the information from a reliable source. You shouldn't be sharing information that doesn't follow at least the basic requirements for a semi-decent high school research paper, which means it should have sources. Hell if it has footnotes, I'd be in fucking heaven.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Do ears have off switches?
I have this bouncy, sweet and energetic six year old girl - Catelyn. She likes glitter, and pink and anything shiny. She likes bows and ribbons, dresses and skirts. She is probably the exact opposite of me when I was her age. She has her rough and tumble side. Dirt is cool, and she doesn't mind being muddy/dirty/grimy; yet, if she can be in a something pink with glitter while dirty, her world is perfect.
Magically when she turned six, her ears quit functioning. Okay, they do still function, but selective hearing seems to be at an all time high. Her ears have been tested numerous times, and always comes back prefect. Her teacher was happy to report Catelyn is a great listener, and follows all the instructions. So the selective hearing becomes an issue at home, at the playground, over at my moms...every where else except school. Partly I'm relived, I would rather this be a out of school issue. It started around the time she started kindergarten, so I know that is part of it - if not the complete problem. Catelyn has always been an independent, busy, outgoing kiddo. This development doesn't actually surprise me, it more drives me insane. :-)
I knew that this next step in my kiddo's world would bring some changes. This is a big step in the world of Catelyn. She is an avid reader. She's reading 3rd grade level books now, and were are working on the whole comprehension thing. Yep, I'm bragging because I'm thrilled that my kid is ahead of the curve and her teacher is noticing it. When I was in fourth grade, I got shoved in a Title One reading class because my classroom teacher thought I was behind. The Title One teacher figured out that I was bored, and she fought hard to get me out of Title One (which from what I found out, a hard task to do). So, yep, I'm thrilled. She is figuring out counting change, and being forced to color. She's never been a crayon fan, and well in kindergarten you don't really have a choice. It all boils down to schools great. We don't have issues when she is in school. In fact her teacher told me that throughout the whole year Catelyn has only gotten in trouble twice. She is thriving in school is what the whole paragraph was about - thriving.
My issue is everywhere else. The selective hearing is driving me batty. I've tried the get in their line of sight, to touching her, to talking in a soft voice, to yelling. I hate the yelling. I try to justify it, but I can't really. Yet, it is the only thing that is working. She can be sitting across the room from me:
"Catelyn"...
"Hey, Catelyn"...
"Yo, Catelyn",
"HEY, Catelyn"
"huh, what"
"How many times should I have to ask for your attention?"
"aahh, once"
"How many times did I ask?"
"huh, what'd you say mom?"
*face palm*
"Catelyn, can you get the hair brush?" She returns with her shoes. *face palm* "Hey, hair brush". "Oh, oopps I seriously thought you said shoes".
I don't know how to push through this, minus putting a shock collar on her with me packing the remote. Oh wait, that is really piss poor parenting skills there. For sure, I'd never do the shock collar. Okay maybe on me to stop the yelling.
So if anyone has any ideas on how to tune the ears out of selective listening mode, well I'm all ears. Suggestions and such wanted and welcomed!!
Magically when she turned six, her ears quit functioning. Okay, they do still function, but selective hearing seems to be at an all time high. Her ears have been tested numerous times, and always comes back prefect. Her teacher was happy to report Catelyn is a great listener, and follows all the instructions. So the selective hearing becomes an issue at home, at the playground, over at my moms...every where else except school. Partly I'm relived, I would rather this be a out of school issue. It started around the time she started kindergarten, so I know that is part of it - if not the complete problem. Catelyn has always been an independent, busy, outgoing kiddo. This development doesn't actually surprise me, it more drives me insane. :-)
I knew that this next step in my kiddo's world would bring some changes. This is a big step in the world of Catelyn. She is an avid reader. She's reading 3rd grade level books now, and were are working on the whole comprehension thing. Yep, I'm bragging because I'm thrilled that my kid is ahead of the curve and her teacher is noticing it. When I was in fourth grade, I got shoved in a Title One reading class because my classroom teacher thought I was behind. The Title One teacher figured out that I was bored, and she fought hard to get me out of Title One (which from what I found out, a hard task to do). So, yep, I'm thrilled. She is figuring out counting change, and being forced to color. She's never been a crayon fan, and well in kindergarten you don't really have a choice. It all boils down to schools great. We don't have issues when she is in school. In fact her teacher told me that throughout the whole year Catelyn has only gotten in trouble twice. She is thriving in school is what the whole paragraph was about - thriving.
My issue is everywhere else. The selective hearing is driving me batty. I've tried the get in their line of sight, to touching her, to talking in a soft voice, to yelling. I hate the yelling. I try to justify it, but I can't really. Yet, it is the only thing that is working. She can be sitting across the room from me:
"Catelyn"...
"Hey, Catelyn"...
"Yo, Catelyn",
"HEY, Catelyn"
"huh, what"
"How many times should I have to ask for your attention?"
"aahh, once"
"How many times did I ask?"
"huh, what'd you say mom?"
*face palm*
"Catelyn, can you get the hair brush?" She returns with her shoes. *face palm* "Hey, hair brush". "Oh, oopps I seriously thought you said shoes".
I don't know how to push through this, minus putting a shock collar on her with me packing the remote. Oh wait, that is really piss poor parenting skills there. For sure, I'd never do the shock collar. Okay maybe on me to stop the yelling.
So if anyone has any ideas on how to tune the ears out of selective listening mode, well I'm all ears. Suggestions and such wanted and welcomed!!
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