For whatever reason, people have always felt the need to gossip abut me. Maybe it is the fact that I am 6'3" and I have made sure that at least 1/3 of the people around here aren't totally certain that I have been a woman my entire life (I have. I have also lived here my entire life, so most of these idiots have seen me grow up). Maybe it's because I had a son young in life and gave him up to his father to raise because I had nothing, for one thing (the other things aren't for a public blog, but I would be willing to discuss the subject). Actually, it's because these assholes would rather make shit up than actually ask me a question...
Recently, it has come to my attention that I am sort of known as an irresponsible parent. Really? Has MY child ever called anyone at 9pm saying that they didn't have a ride home and could they stay at your house? Because listen assholes, some of your kids have. And you know what? I didn't automatically assume that you would let your children sleep on the street because you were too lazy to pick them up, I assumed that I was helping YOU because something came up or something. And in addition, I don't think it's cool if one of your kids calls you to come get them in the middle of the night because they don't feel good and no one bothers to tell me. I just hear the freaking door close and jump up and run outside to see your tail lights. But I just figure that you are tired, and not an inconsiderate prat. Or, heavens to mergatroy, a bad parent.
I can't play totally ignorant, because I know part of the reason. I live with huge amounts of pain daily, and although I am sure that most people would be more accepting of me if I were to take huge amounts of pain pills to deal with it, or drink gallons of alcohol to dull it, I do not accept that fate for myself. I have also developed awful anxiety, and refuse to take a bunch of pills for that also, even though to most, a pill popper is more socially acceptable. Well, this ain't anyone else's life but mine, and I choose a different route to deal with my issues. And ya know what? I am not breaking any laws except for maybe your moral ones, and don't expect for me to live up to your morals, especially if you think it's morally acceptable to talk shit about someone and decide they are a terrible parent, rather than talk to said supposed bad parent and find out for your own damned self. Oh, and then send your kids here anyway. If I decided to be a jerk and judge one of the parents of my kid's friends as lesser than whatever, I certainly wouldn't let my kid go over there because that would make ME a pretty freaking bad parent. So chiggity check yoself before you wriggity wreck yoself because Michael Jackson was allegedly bad, but every parent that dropped their kid off there after the rumors started was WORSE! BAM!
Because of the way I choose to deal with my pain and anxiety, I basically took the blame when someone's kid got into huge trouble. I didn't realize it at the time, but it has been decided amongst the parents that I am the only person in the Universe that uses this medicine, so therefore, the kids obviously get it from me. So I guess when certain kids were sneaking out of your houses on weekends, they were going to Midnight Mass or to help feed the hungry or some otherwise Saintly act, eh? Mmm-hmm...
There is one thing that I MUST address, again, because it seems that everyone assumed this happened when I was busy being an irresponsible parent. That is the stupid pepper spray video that took place in my house a few months ago. My daughter had 2 friends staying over. I figured that since they were all 16 and 17, it would be ok to leave them on their own for 45 minutes. Anyway, when I got back home, I got on my computer and THE video was saved to my desktop. It was of one of the kids spraying pepper spray into my kid's face and her reaction as the 3rd girl took a video. My first thought was that was probably the stupidest thing they had done to date. My second was that I was going to get into HUGE trouble with the other parents because somehow the kids had found MY pepper spray (there I go, being irresponsible again), then gotten the idea, then executed the idea. Turns out it was the sprayer's pepper spray, but whatever. It was stupid, and I bet my kid isn't going to volunteer to get pepper sprayed ever again. I am not mad at the sprayer, nor am I mad at her parents for providing her with the pepper spray. NOR do I have any ill feelings or judgements towards her parents for the incident. I do know, however, if different kids were involved, or if MY kid was the sprayer, there would be hell to pay. Don't be mistaken, I wasn't excited about the video, or anything that had to do with it, but I figured that the punishment hit my kid the second the pepper spray hit her face, so there was no yelling or throwing of anything...
SO, whatever y'all may think, this is NOT the party house, NOR am I a "Cool Mom." Maybe parents should spend some time finding out who the ACTUAL "Cool Mom" is and where the ACTUAL party house is and then go throw the judgey hammer down on THAT parent while you still let your kid go over there. Then you can figure out why y'all get mad at ME when you think your kids steal my medicine, because it is not MY job to teach YOUR kid that it isn't ok to steal. And if I thought that anyone's kid was stealing from me, that kid wouldn't be allowed over here. Duh.
Just like my post about my relationship (which is still just dandy, by the way), since we have taken the time to talk about my parenting, let's talk about everyone else's. Oh, something suddenly came up and you have to go? Yeah, sounds about right. Carry on...I'll just keep hanging out with my non judgey parent friends. Too bad most of the good ones live in my computer, but at least they blog...
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