| 2003-10-22 - 2:35 p.m.
Where is my door?
OK, people REALLY need to stop talking to me today. We're mid-drive, and while it's going well, the chaos is getting to me. But that's not surprising. Husband's boss (also the best man at our wedding)got fired yesterday. And Husband and I got into a little tiff over it. Because whenever someone gets fired from Husband's stations, I ALWAYS say something mean about the company. They are evil. They aren't Clear Channel, but they ARE evil. Husband, for whatever reason, is SUCH a company man. "why do you always make remarks about how bad the company is? Maybe it's the employee's fault". I stand by my belief that the company is FUCKING EVIL. Not just regular evil. And one day, my dear, sweet, work twelve hour days and half days on Saturdays husband is going to get it in the shorts from them. He doesn't believe me. But that's how they are. And we'll have to survive on my crappy job. Which actually pays more than his crappy job, but I like far less than he likes his. So. Whatever. I read a thread on a web site about moms who nurse toddlers. I have one word: Eeeeuuuw. I am firmly in the camp that once they eat real food, and have TEETH, for crying out loud, it's not about nutrition any more, it's about something else. Something that I personally find creepy. When I was a kid, it seemed like the goal of moms was to get us independent as fast as possible. Now kids are kepts infants forever. Toilet training isn't happening until 3 and 4 and older. They breast feed long after they can verbalize their desire to do so. They don't learn to dress themselves. Co-worker's son (7) wets the bed, so she puts him in pull ups over night. Hello? You show him where the hamper is and tell him that when he pees the bed, he needs to strip the bed and put clean sheets on. Of course, I have all the answers, since I have no kids. Later....
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