Originally, this was going to be a list of marijuana-related podcasts. For now, the pot podcasts are going to be on the back burner. 😉 The subjects of what it means to be transgender and to be gay have been topics at my house lately. I can’t be the only one with inquisitive kids. Who wants to be the parent that doesn’t have any answers? Not me. I don’t know what it means to be transgender or gay exactly. Technically, yes. I understand definitions. Really, I have no idea what to say. So I thought doing some research on transgender podcasts would be helpful. It’s a starting point at least. Some of the podcasts might be interesting to you as well.
it’s hot. I’m ok with being hot but my coffee is not.
I quit my job again. I’ve also been struggling with how to put that on job applications. People frown upon it when you say, “I hated it. My boss was a bitch.” It’s the truth but people don’t want to hire people that say it out loud.
So I’ve been blogging more, hanging out with the kids and being poor. Plus, Netflix. Lots of Netflix.
I got through the current season of Orange is the New Black, all five seasons of Breaking Bad, most of The Keepers, a few episodes of the Queen of the South.
Honestly, it has been worth being broke to drive my kids around to band and tennis. The struggle to get my younger two off of their iPads is a real thing. I read an article that said iPads and tablets are like cocaine to kids. I believe it completely.
ChoreMonster is the best app in the world. Whatever gets my kids to do something besides play Minecraft is my favorite. If you’re a parent, you should look into it.
At the moment, my kids are at their grandma’s house getting spoiled and not doing any chores or reading any books.
My oldest kid brought her bunny over for a few weeks. I’ve been feeding him and trying to keep the cat away. There may have been a picture or two taken.
Do you have people whose opinion you trust implicitly?
In real life, I trust about ten people. In the internet world, there are maybe five bloggers that I trust.
When it involves babysitting, there are about three people on the list – who are already on the top ten list.
I used to trust everybody. I thought that everyone told the truth. Trusting people didn’t work out so well.People lie all of the time.
Even my kids lie when asked about the whereabouts of my tweezers. The tweezers reappeared yesterday after a few weeks of asking who has the tweezers. They were under a set of shelves. It wasn’t who the child that I thought would steal my tweezers.
So here we are . . . a regular Debbie Doubter with out of control eyebrows.
Never will I ever . . . blame the holidays for my lack of motivation.
I never used to think that I would blame the holidays for not getting anything done. It seemed like a cop out. However, that was way before having children.
I should have had this post done last month. I should have had the book finished last month.
Then the holidays and the aforementioned lack of motivation. Time was also not on my side. I decided to do things like go to work, make Christmas cookies and try to remember where I hid the presents. Typical things that people do, right?
Unfortunately, I have an ebook version, which was on my kid’s tablet. This meant that I had to borrow the tablet more than she liked. It was another reminder that I like real books rather than ebooks. Luckily, this book is available in both forms.
However, I did finally finish the book. It was really enjoyable and funny. Also, it’s nice to know that I’m not alone in being an imperfect parent. My favorite was the article about Gwyneth Paltrow. I don’t want to give it away. You should read it for yourself.
This is the book that you should give to new parents as a companion to “What to Expect When You’re Expecting.” Seriously, who expects to have perfect children and be perfect parents? People who don’t have children yet. They need to read this book.
The kids and I decorated the tree yesterday. Sort of. They started to decorate and then they started wrestling. I was going to save the one daughter that was trapped but I couldn’t stop laughing. It was funnier than it sounds. Or I’m a terrible mother.
I did have to make them stop before they knocked the tree over or anyone peed their pants. See, I’m not so bad.
Apparently, I didn’t pack up very carefully last year because many of my decorations broke. There’s an angel with broken wings. Frosty has fallen but he didn’t melt. He might have been drunk. The Elf on the Shelf threw a party and there is tinsel and shattered ornaments everywhere.
(It’s ok. I’m more than happy to get new stuff, including a lid and another box. We’re totally going to make “The Nightmare Before Christmas” theme happen sooner than later, I swear. We have a white Christmas tree so that is half the battle. Most of the time, the garland is red but one of the kids found the purple and now the tree has a hodge podge of colors. Nothing matches but no one seems to mind. Well, maybe me. I like things to match. I don’t think the decorating police will care. If they do, then I’ll send my kids to challenge them to a wrestling match.