Miffed

Miffed. Annoyed. Frustrated. Fuming. Not happy.

Just some of the words that come to mind when trying to describe how I’m feeling right now, though ‘pissed off’ is probably the best word to use.

Why you ask?

Simple: I had to try really really hard today to NOT strangle my daughter’s hairdresser.

Let’s backtrack a little.

Lilly’s preschool starts tomorrow and the perfectionist in me thought it’d be a good idea to get her hair trimmed at the hair dressers instead of doing it myself (like I always do) because I didn’t want to risk messing it up.

I’m sure you can see where this is going.

Yup, the hair dresser managed to mess up Lilly’s hair. The silly woman wasn’t being careful and managed to take a chunk out of Lilly’s bangs, right in the middle of her forehead! I nearly screamed out loud when it happened, but there was nothing I could do; the damage was done.

So yes, I think it’s safe to say that I’m a tad miffed at the moment, and trying really hard not to go back to the hair dressers to murder that dolt of a woman.

On the bright side, at least Lilly is too young to care about a bad haircut and is as happy as ever, so there’s that.

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Thought of the Day

When Lilly was born, I couldn’t wait for her to start talking so I could hear her say ‘mommy’ in that cutesy little baby voice, and when she did said it for the first time it was the best feeling in the world.

Now that she’s almost 4 though, I wish that she would maybe say ‘mommy, mommy, mommy’ a little less because after the 4,320th ‘mommy’ of the day, I’m about ready to pull my hair out.

I need more caffeine and little less noise in my life.

Don’t be THAT Guy

Like most (sane) people in the world, I believe misogyny and sexism are wrong and are issues that need to be addressed. That’s a normal stance to have. Sometimes though, you come across that special personality that is not only anti-misogyny, but deep within the realm of look-at-me-I’m-so-NOT-misogynistic-I-totally-deserve-an-award-for-this.

Unfortunately, these people are usually men. Annoyingly know-it-all, look-at-me-I’m-so-progressive men.

You know the kind of person I mean: the king of guy who will condescendingly inform you that appreciating your husband for taking on all the housework while you were unwell is silly because it’s your husband’s JOB to do so. Or that being a stay at home mom is somehow unfair to you even if you CHOSE to stay home and no one is forcing you to do so. Or that he’s such a progressive guy just because he doesn’t dictate his wife’s clothing choices.

Um, ok, so it’s not ok for me to appreciate my husband when he’s thoughtful and considerate but it’s ok for you to smugly announce how you AREN’T a giant misogynistic ass in your best I-totally-deserve-an-award-for-this voice?

Dear mister I-am-so-not-a-misogynist,

Not being a misogynistic ass does not earn you any medals, it just means you’re a decent human being. And buddy, if you feel the need to perpetually highlight how not misogynistic you are, you probably aren’t as awesome as you want people to give you credit for.

Nor does it give you a free pass to point out all the ways in which I , as a woman, am not making the right choices/am not indignant enough about imagined slights/am not ENOUGH of a feminist. Don’t loudly insist that I’m wrong to appreciate my husband doing the dishes when I was too tired to finish up because ‘its his job to do the dishes!’ Showing appreciation when someone is considerate does not make me an oppressed female you jackass, it just makes me a normal human being. And FYI, I expect the same sort of appreciation from my husband for everything I do, even if it is my ‘job’ to do so.

Equality of the sexes doesn’t mean everyone should be doing everything all the time, it means equality of choice, equality of opportunity and equality of access. My husband and I are equal because we both respect each others choices, opinions and preferences without letting our biological sex dictate what we each ‘should’ be doing. I have the choice and opportunity to work but I choose to be a stay at home mom and am grateful we can afford such a choice.

So please, don’t tell me what I SHOULD be doing, feeling or expecting, don’t pretend to know better than me what I want or prefer, and for god’s sake stop pretending that you’re doing women everywhere a favor by NOT being a misogynistic ass (which, by the way, you’re just lying to yourself about: you are a complete misogynistic ass).

End rant.

Hate is a Strong Word But… 

I have a confession to make, something I need to get off my chest. It’s something that I’ve tried really hard not to get bothered by but I can’t help it: it’s driving me crazy!

What am I talking about you ask? Simple: toy unpacking/review videos on YouTube.

Oh. My. Dear. God.

Someone please shoot me so I never have to see or hear one of those overly cheerful, obnoxiously useless, totally pointless videos again. Seriously, what is up with those things? And why oh why are there so many of them? Who keeps sending these people bunches of toys to unpack and play with on video?? Why Does the one linked above have over 10 million views????

I’m sure you’ve seen these videos, if you have a toddler or small child in the house then it’s highly unlikely that you haven’t. Limiting screen time and all is well and good but you cannot wean a kid from their iPad and that is a fact. Whether you let them play with it for 1 hour or 3, kids will eventually stumble across and get addicted to these god awful videos and you will rue the day you downloaded YouTube kids onto your device.

The ‘toy review’ videos where there are actual kids unpacking and playing with toys I can understand. Those are basically toy centered family vlogs and that makes sense. But the scores of videos featuring faceless adult hands unpacking and showing off toddler toys are just plain ridiculous. Even the toys usually featured in these videos are ridiculous! Could someone please explain to me what the difference is between a mashem and a fashem and why anyone would want to waste money on either??

I’m sorry for the longish rant, but those videos really do annoy the heck out of me. I hate them almost as much as my child seems to love them and that my friends is the definition of ‘the things we do for our children’. 

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The Things We Leave Behind

When we were kids, computers were not exactly as prolifically available as they are today. Nowadays even toddlers are walking around with a handheld computer in their hands let alone the adults. Smart phones, tablets, laptops, you name it and chances are every person within a 1 mile radius as at least 2 such devices to their name (or possibly on their person right at this moment).

When I was a kid though? Well, I may only be 30, but let’s just say no one was getting a shiny new iPhone every year through their teens when I was that age. Even when I started university the on-campus computers were mostly clunky old monitors that showed the blue screen of death more often than a A-grade paper.

Halfway through my tumultuous university years though the administration decided it was high time we all joined the 21st century and tossed out the old monitors for shiny new models. Which is when I took this picture:

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Out with the old and in with the new I suppose, quite literally in this case. Despite all the frustration and annoyance these musty old pieces of tech caused though, I think we all felt a little sad at the sight of them discarded and forlorn at the back of the room. They may have been hopelessly outdated, but they got us through a lot of classes, courses and semesters and in the end, we missed them, even if it was just a little bit…

In response to the WP Discover Challenge.

That Moment

You know that moment when you finally drag yourself out of mental hibernation to turn on your computer and basically be productive after days of getting nothing done only to realize that your internet connection has decided to slow down to a crawl and your laptop is basically useless now?

That moment.

Sigh. Oh well, better luck tomorrow..

5 Useful Life Skills We should Learn in School (but Don’t)

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University: the epicenter of all knowledge and learning. The go-to place when we wish to expand our horizons, supplement our skill sets and basically become better at this adult-ing thing.

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Or at least that’s the goal, right?

Schools and universities are meant to teach us everything we need to survive in the ‘real’ world, and they really do teach us so many different things about any and all subjects under the sun, but they still don’t teach you everything you need to know to survive as an adult. For instance, they really don’t teach us:

1) How to fold a fitted sheet

I don’t think I know a single person my age who knows how to properly fold a fitted sheet, which either says something about the mental aptitude of my friends and I, or folding those fitted sheets is really hard!

2) How to clean a glass top stove

They may look nice and sleek and all, but have you ever tried cleaning off burnt on food from these suckers without scratching them? It’s about as easy as putting a sweater on a feral cat without getting scratched.

3) How to make (and stick to) a proper budget

This.

And not financial statements or corporate budgets, I mean normal household budgets that let you get stuff like groceries, petrol, rent, pizza and other necessities every month without amassing cartoonish amounts of debt.

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Because what’s life without pizza?
4) How to get the smell of puke out of a mattress 

Trust me when I tell you that when you have kids, someone will most definitely be puking on your bed every couple of weeks, so knowing how to get rid of the steel is a skill not to be scoffed at.

5) How to snake your drain, fix a leaky faucet or make other minor repairs around the house without having to pay an arm and a leg to whoever you find on Angie’s List

I’m pretty sure if this was an elective, no one would take a course about leaky faucets but trust me, you’ll use what you learn a lot more often than the stuff you learned in that elective interpretive dance class you took that last semester of High School.

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pictured: fun but not useful when your faucet springs a leak at 3am and threatens to flood the house (source)
What would you add to this list? What other important life skills should schools be teaching? Do you know a way to fold a fitted sheet that involves something other than rolling it up into a ball?