A couple of weekends ago, because I didn’t want to start the weekend of into a crying meltdown and one big fight of NOOOOOOOOOOO, I confess into giving my daughter a scoop of ice cream for breakfast. But let me tell you the background of the story, coz in most cases, there is one.
The night before this breakfast incident, I had to get my daughter away from a potentially dangerous situation from our backyard. Daddy was melting lead to mold sinkers for boat fishing. While it was an educational process to watch, being away from it was much safer. So to convince my daughter to go back to the house I told her we’ll have a bowl of ice cream. When we got into the house somehow the walk from the shed to the kitchen made her forget about the ice cream. She asked for gold fish crackers instead, played with the iPad for a bit then went to bed.
I should’ve known that she would remember the ice cream when she woke up the next morning. And Scott and I knew it after saying no a few times and practically pleading with her to eat something else for breakfast first before ice cream. We went through Breakfast first and then ice cream … over and over again. Usually, “this first then..” would work and we actually don’t use it as much as we used to when she got her official autism diagnosis. But that day her favorite boiled eggs and cottage cheese didn’t convince her at all. She remembered she was supposed to eat ice cream the night before but she didn’t so she wanted to have it then for breakfast. Like I said, I gave in. Just a small scoop of vanilla ice cream(not the one in the picture).
Then minutes after averting that possible meltdown, an appropriate scene in this old show Freaks and Geeks, Scott and I were watching came on. In the scene, 2 mothers were sitting at the hospital’s waiting area. One Mom started sharing her guilt about what happened to her child when he/she(can’t remember) was still a kid because of something she’d done. The 2 mothers looked at each other and understood at that moment all the bad parenting choices or actions they’ve done along the way.
I looked at my husband and said, “When my daughter asks for ice cream for breakfast..” then he finished the sentence for me, “we give it to her.”
And then we laughed hysterically at the irony. Have you done any bad parenting choices lately? Or years ago? Hey, you won’t face judgment here.
My husband had a 3-day off last week which started on Friday. Before he left for work on Thursday, a co-worker commented that when Scott gets up on Friday morning I would have a to-do-list ready for him to do. Scott told her that I never do that but the co-worker insisted I would. Scott explained to her that he and I do what needs to be done without any lists or nagging. He’s right.
I do the chores I have to do and he does what needs to be done on top of everything else that’s on the day’s agenda. If there’s something broken I don’t need to nag him to fix it or nag him to fix it coz it’s been a week since it broke. If it ever does take longer for him to fix something I don’t find the need to remind him all the time coz I know he’d do it when he’s not tired or busy from work and/or school. I don’t need to call for carpet cleaning durham nc if our carpet needs shampooing. We have wooden floor in this house but when we had carpet in previous houses, I didn’t need to tell my husband to go rent a carpet cleaner. He’d go and rent one himself.
We do our own chores and help each other out if needed. We’re a team who knows and share responsibilities in every aspect of our life. A to-do-list is unnecessary. I make a to-do-list for myself sometimes but that’s for me to follow. The only time I tend to nag is when I’m worried about a certain activity that involves the children. Like this Saturday when he took our daughter boat fishing upon the Princess’ request. I know Emma would be fine but being a worry-wart Mommy 24/7, I couldn’t help but nag Daddy that Emma might do this and that. And of course, Emma was fine and they had fun. Mommy worries too much, sometimes.
Anyhoooo, so this is how it is with us. Maybe other marriages need to-do-lists and if so, to each its own. I’m not going to say our way is better than someone else’s. It’s just this is how we do it, 16 years and counting…
I first heard about the “Cinnamon Challenge” this morning via NBC’s Today Show. It’s apparently the new trend among teenagers whose videos are posted all over the internet. The videos show teenagers taking a spoonful of powdered cinnamon which then makes them gag, spits, coughs, to the point of choking. You’ve got to be kidding me.
Hey numbnuts, here’s a challenge for you. Grab a book and read in the corner.
I don’t even know how to articulately convey my sadness about the tragedy in Connecticut that happened today. All I know is that my family wants to give everyone in Connecticut our love, thoughts, and prayers. Our hearts are with you.
I’ve always considered that phrase as a lackadaisical approach to things but I’d be the first one to admit also that things really have a way of working things out.
A wall chalkboard. I definitely want one for my kitchen and my daughter’s bedroom.
Just a thought for this weekend. Hope everyone is having a good one.
Now that Chick-Fil-A has bravely put it out there which side they are on in regards to gay marriage, are you still going to patronize their products?
“Guilty as charged,” Cathy said when asked about his company’s support of the traditional family unit as opposed to gay marriage.
“We are very much supportive of the family – the biblical definition of the family unit. We are a family-owned business, a family-led business, and we are married to our first wives. We give God thanks for that,” Cathy is quoted as saying. (source)
While I don’t personally agree with Chick-Fil-A’s stance the fact of the matter is, it is their right have it the same it is my right to have mine. I don’t know why it should be a surprise to anyone at this point, really. Chick-Fil-A is closed every Sunday.
My children loves going to Chick-Fil-A on the few times we’d go. It’s not an establishment we frequent that often. You can actually count in one hand how many times we’d go there in a year. Therefore it’s not that serious of a problem for us if we don’t ever go there anymore. This is my family’s prerogative. But even with the backlash that Chick-Fil-A is getting right now for pretty much spelling it out where they stand I will give them respect for saying and believing it so.
We will most definitely eat more chicken but I will be cooking them myself in my own kitchen just as I have always done. Chick-Fil-A can and will continue being against gay marriage, and cater to the people who believes the same way or to people who really couldn’t care less one way or another. Yah know, why can’t we all just respect each other’s beliefs without spouting hate and all that drama?