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by Jessica of "Herd Management"
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When I was 19 I went on a local Haunted Hayride. I left bruises on my boyfriend's arm from grabbing him when something jumped out and scared me. I was honestly terrified. Twelve years, and mulitple children later, I went on More
The other day I asked my husband how I was looking “down there”. He thought about it for a minute and then used the words “homey, charming and slightly rustic” to describe my womanly real estate. More
Elementary school math problems can make seemingly well-adjusted, educated parents question their intelligence. I know because I’ve had to watch YouTube videos on the latest math trends just to help my second grader.
I was no mathematical genius, but second grade! And it’s not just the parents like me who dry-heaved in the locker room before pre-calc tests who are now wringing their hands at Mountain Math, Make-Ten Strategy and Rocket Math… I’ve asked. Many a great mathematical mind have nail marks in their palms from clenching their fists as their little ones muscle through word problems about fruit and cookies and gold fish.
Maybe we parents could embrace homework time if we could see the real-world connections? What if word problems indoctrinated our children’s lives so we wouldn’t have to worry so much about things like promiscuity, texting while driving and teen pregnancy?
I know we could curb teen-pregnancy alone if we had them help elementary school students with their homework for one week straight. But instead of fruit and cookies and goldfish, they’d get a dose of parenting reality.
I’m just brainstorming here, but I’m thinking something like…
Problem #1: A woman who formerly showered at least once a day, used make-up and read magazines like Vogue and InStyle just had a baby. How many times will she wash her face in the first month of her child’s life?
Answer: Maybe three. Once because she discovered crusty spit up on her cheek, once because she tried to scrub away her dark circles, and once because she wasn’t sure if it was chocolate or feces on her chin.
Problem #2: A new mom read all 597 pages of What to Expect When You’re Expecting… twice. How many times will she feel completely incompetent and totally unprepared during the first year of her child’s life?
Answer: This is a trick question. No one can count that high.
Problem #3: A mother has four children. One child is in second grade and has to read 20-30 minutes each night in addition to completing math, spelling and social studies homework. Another child is a kindergartener learning to read and write. It takes the kindergartener about 45 minutes to write three sentences. The third child is a toddler who needs Mommy rightthissecond. The fourth child is in utero kicking the mother from the inside. How many hours of homework time before the mother loses her mind?
Answer: One. One hour. Though it feels like an eternity.
Problem #4: A mother successfully graduated from high school, college and graduate school. How many second-grade math strategies will it take to end her?
Answer: ((The sound of maniacal laughter))
Problem #5: A woman has a career. In addition to a career, she has children. She also has a husband. If they would stop playing phone tag, she has friends, too. Among other things, she is a sister, a daughter, an aunt. How many of these things does she feel like she is “good” at?
Answer: Zero. The answer is zero. And what is this “having it all” business anyway?
Problem #6: It took two hours to clean a child’s bedroom for company. How long does it take the child to restore his room to its former nightmarish glory?
Answer: 23 seconds.
Problem #7: A woman uses 5 hours to sleep, 9 hours to work, 1 hour to prepare dinner, 1.5 hours to do a load of laundry while doing dishes, 2 hours to get children ready for, and attend, practice, 1 hour for her kids’ homework, 1 hour for bedtime (ha! it’s more like 2), 45 minutes to clean up that mysterious stickiness on the floor, 35 seconds to have a conversation with someone close to her age, 1 hour to grocery shop, 1 hour to prepare a Pinterest snack for her daughter’s half-birthday celebration at school, and 7 seconds to pee. How many hours are left in a 24 hour day?
Answer: Negative. Negative hours.
Problem #8: A mom made sure her children had a snack and were occupied before she put her phone to her ear to make a five minute call. How many times did her children interrupt her conversation?
Answer: 324 times.
So their math skills may not improve. Actually, they’ll probably be WORSE at math afterward. But I think a few years of problems like this might make them think twice before getting a motel room on prom night… and I haven’t even written the STD or sexting word problems.
Note: Feel free to replace woman, mommy, mom with man, daddy or dad because let’s be real.
Emily Gallo was a career woman, MOMMY! in the pedagogical conversation, MOM! with her hand on the pulse of culture & art. MAHMEEE! Now she knows what’s really important. WIPE ME! Emily finishes her conversations at Girl, Always Interrupted – The Rest of the Conversation. (formerly fourtuitous.com). You can also find her on Twitter and on Facebook.
This morning, when my son asked to be Sofia the First, I thought, why the hell not?! And off we went to Walmart.
As he went through the costumes, he took his time picking exactly what he wanted. He had a vision of who he wanted to be today and I was going to help him make that a reality. (Thanks to his very generous aunt, I had the money to let him!)
After deciding on a dress, shoes, the most perfect tiara and a fairy tutu, he was set. You couldn’t have beaten the smile on his face – he was so proud. So. Incredibly. Proud.
When we arrived home he asked to get dressed right away. He looked amazing. Beautiful! And so bloody happy! It made me happy, too.
I wanted to share how cute he was on Facebook, but for a millisecond, I hesitated. What would people think?
What would friends, acquaintances, and strangers think of my beautiful little boy princess? Would we be judged? Would anyone dare judge my perfect little boy because he wanted to be a princess today? Would they call him
names, laugh at his joy, tell me I was ‘ruining’ him?
It only took me another millisecond to realize that I don’t care. I don’t care what anyone thinks, but I do care about those who would be joyed from seeing my child so excited. I cared that he was happy and free to express himself however he felt was right. I never want him to feel there are limits on his joy simply because it may make someone else feel uncomfortable.
It is my dream that every person on this planet can dress, act, and express themselves however they want without the judgement of others, as long as they aren’t hurting others in the process.
Narrow is for pathways and restrictions are for liquids at the airport.
Listen to your children. You may never know their true joy if you spend your time worrying about what others may think.
So, there you go. If you don’t like it, don’t tell me. I’m too busy enjoying my child for everything he is and everything he wants to be in life, whether it be a garbage man or a princess.
Born and raised in Eastern Canada, I was surrounded by humour and raised by a ridiculously funny family. I always knew I wanted kids, but when I left a museum manager’s position to become a stay-at-home-mom of two little boys, I was in for a whole new kind of life. I learned quickly that you can love your life and family, and still being honest about the unglamorous parts. I prefer using humour and satire to express my truth. You may not like what I have to say, but I always welcome you to take a glimpse in to this crazy place I call home at Cold Coffee Confessions. You can also find me on Twitter.
When I was 19 I went on a local Haunted Hayride. I left bruises on my boyfriend’s arm from grabbing him when something jumped out and scared me. I was honestly terrified. Twelve years, and mulitple children later, I went on the same ride. I was surprised at how little frightened me on this still, REALLY convincingly scary hayride. Then I realized, the days of being scared by people in masks and fake blood are gone because now I have kids and I know what REAL fear is.
The following things aren’t scary until AFTER you have kids. If one of these things came to my door, I’d probably pee in my pants and hide.
Prepare to scream, slam the laptop shut in fear, and never look at your kids the same way again. Because unlike Freddy Krueger or Jason Voorhies, these horrors really do exist … and might actually come knocking on your door one day. I proudly present every parent’s nightmare… in costume form:
1. Head Lice
Deva at My Life Suckers horrifies us with the itchy sensation of head lice! All kids are at risk, and parents never know when it will strike! The only treat I would be giving is prescription hair shampoo!
2. The Girl at Mardis Gras with Beads up to Her Ears
Kristen Mae of Abandoning Pretense strikes fear into the hearts of every parent with this costume. No Mom wants to think about her daughter flashing “the goods” for beads while she gulps down Hurricanes and Hand Grenades in the French Quarter.
3. Teen with PMS
Those of us with daughters know that the day will come when they hit puberty, and with puberty… comes PMS. The thought of two PMSing daughters clashing with my own haywire hormones is enough to strike me down with fear. Traci from A Day in the Life of a Drama Queen’s Momma reminds us to give her the chocolate-covered Midol so NO ONE GETS HURT!
4. The Teen Who Gets Brought Home by the Police
Uh-Oh. No matter how old our kids get, Julianna from Rants from Mommyland reminds us that we never want to meet this angry face at the front door with our spawn in handcuffs…. although, if it does happen, mine had better be begging for mercy instead of candy.
5. The Freshman Girl Who Goes to Prom with a Senior
It’s scary to contemplate our kids entering the minefield of teenage dating, and even more terrifying when a Senior dude asks your precious little Freshman daughter to Prom. My husband, The High Roller at Herd Management, might follow them to the dance, shotgun in hand, instead of just waiting on the front porch for them to get home.
6. The Neighbor with Twenty Kids and a Yard Full of Dog Poop
Most of us want our kids to have friends over to play occasionally but there are always those moms who take advantage of our hospitality. These women think it’s perfectly acceptable to drop off their gaggle of kids at our houses, unannounced, so they can go do fun things. Lynn at Nomad Mom Diary depicts the terrifying scenario of the neighbor with a Duggar amount of kids showing up on your door attempting to dump said kids as she flicks a cigarette into your petunias.
7. Common Core Math Homework
Just ask any parent with a kid in elementary school – math homework was hard enough before Common Core went and blew all logic and practical reasoning to hell – now it’s an absolute nightmare to have Common Core Math Homework enter your front door. In this picture, Stephanie at When Crazy Meets Exhaustion correctly gives the answer to ALL CC Math problems…
8. A Chemist … with a Meth Lab
There’s a whiz kid in every neighborhood or group who’s cooking up something in his basement that he shouldn’t be messing with. You REALLY don’t want to see HIM at your door because he’s probably going to play a trick on you or let your kids sample his treats." Jessica at "Science of Parenthood reveals the horror that awaits if you don’t have his favorite candy in the bowl.
9. College Expenses
As much as we all want our kids to excel and get into a good college, when that acceptance letter comes through the door, every single dime you’ve been saving runs out to meet it. Michelle at Mommy Back Talk shows us the deceptively sweet disguise of financial ruin.
10. The Pet Hoarding Neighbor
Everyone hates it when the neighbor with a ridiculous amount of pets allows them to run wild and leave treats" all over everyone else’s lawn. Ashley at "Big Top Family reminds us of the disgusting and smelly facts of living next to a pet hoarder…
11. YOU… as a Teen
((Sigh)) Perhaps one of the hardest realizations in parenting is that we are raising a child EXACTLY like ourselves… and that struggle multiplies when a daughter starts dating a sketchy dude she met at Target and she LOVESSSSSS him. Amanda from Questionable Choices in Parenting shows us the horror she might be looking at in a few years when her daughter becomes the teenager she once was.
12. The Boomerang Kid
Oh No… you’ve sent them off to college with all they needed to succeed and the beer-drinking good times have gotten the best of their grades and um, admission status. Chrissy from Full Metal Mommy shows us the horror of “They’re BACCCCKKK”… with laundry bag and guitar in hand.
13. The Stomach Flu
No. NO NO NO NO NO! When the stomach flu comes knocking at your door, you SLAM it. Kathryn at Foxy Wine Pocket shows the nasty effect a stomach virus can have on a holiday.
14. That Person at the Door Who Just Needs a “Minute” of Your Time
Jennifer at Real Life Parenting makes us remember the times we wish others would keep the “opportunity” of their treats to themselves, because whenever they knock on your door and need just a “minute” of your time to change your life with insurance or a new business or innovative productive or a Watchtower pamphlet… your kids will run around destroying your house while you’re held hostage at the door… for much more than just a minute.
15. Toddlers That Won’t Sleep
All parents know the pain of sleep deprivation. Stacia at Dried On Milk shows us the adorable mask of nightly terror!
Just like we never really know what’s waiting behind the door when we hear a knock, or who’s really behind the mask of a Halloween disguise, we also never know what Tricks or Treats will be waiting for us along the perilous journey of parenthood.
Have a great Halloween with your kids. Enjoy them in their adorable costumes, and try not to think about the horrors that lurk beyond the happiness of the evening.
Like the Halloween Candy detox.
Jessica McNeill Azar, author of the popular blog, Herd-Management.com, is a happily married SAHM to four kids ages 8, 6, 5 and 2. She holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a Minor in Writing from Auburn University Montgomery, is a Huffington Post Contributing Blogger and also writes for websites like Venn Magazine, Scary Mommy, and BLUNTMoms. Her work will appear in three humor anthologies that will be published later this year. Jessica is also a NickMom Brand Ambassador. As a writer and Mental Health Advocate, Jessica is co-authoring an Anthology called Surviving Mental Illness Through Humor, due out in March 2015. She enjoys running, and drinking single malt Scotch in the evenings to soothe her kid-rattled nerves. You can find her on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and Pinterest.
The other day I asked my husband how I was looking “down there”. He thought about it for a minute, and then used the words, “homey, charming and slightly rustic” to describe my womanly real estate.
Apparently my vagina is a fixer-upper. What was once the jewel of the neighborhood has turned into a shabby lean-to with an overgrown lawn and a leak problem.
Now I’m sitting here on the couch with my laptop wondering what I should do about it? Should I embrace it’s warm feelings of home-cooked meals and echoes of children’s laughter? Or is it time for a complete overhaul?
I put my browser into incognito mode, because I seriously do not need enhanced vagina ads chasing me all over the internet, and then I do a little search.
It seems I have a few options:
Option #1: Back my truck WAY up and put the good old hymen back in place. Tempting? Let’s see… I remember nervous laughs, fumbling, pawing and a final act that arrives before I even get seated. No. Not tempting. Not at all.
Option #2: Buccal (oral) mucosa. My husband couldn’t imagine a better renovation plan if he tried. Basically, they take some tissue from inside your cheek, as in face, and move it down to shore up the walls of the love canal. So… If I opt for this one can I get credit for a BJ every time we have sex? Tempting… but no. Because ick.
Option #3: The good old labiaplasty. A few snips here, some extra support beams there and suddenly my hooha is ready to be shown off at parties. Just one minor problem: decreased sensation. Aww man, you have GOT to be kidding me. What’s the point of building a mcmansion if I gotta sleep on a blow-up mattress inside it?
Option #4: I don’t have any clue what option 4 is because I accidentally clicked on the image search tab and now I’m clawing my eyeballs out.
I could start with a snip, and a stitch, and move on to a nip, and a tuck; round it out with a lift, and then tone and shine the whole package up with collagen and botox injections. I’d be a blow-up doll with the pleasure sensations to match. But let’s face it, no matter how much reconstructing I do, the lot that this vagina is sitting on is showing its age.
I pop up to the loo to take a gander at the old girl and see if there might be a slightly less invasive solution I could consider. A few minutes with the weed-wacker, a couple of coats of shimmer body paint and I’m starting to feel like a new old woman.
Maybe I have this all wrong. My vagina is not a fixer-upper. It’s a family home, full of character, rich with history, and, most importantly, the only damn place my husband is guaranteed to find comfort on a cold night.
Lynn Morrison is a smart-ass American raising two prim princesses with her obnoxiously skinny Italian husband in Oxford, England. If you’ve ever hidden pizza boxes at the bottom of the trash or worn maternity pants when not pregnant, chances are you’ll like her blog The Nomad Mom Diary. You can also find Lynn over on Facebook, Twitter and in the awesome new book ‘I Just Want to Be Alone’.
My family recently had an extraordinarily good week. It was more relaxing, less stressful, and more harmonious than usual. I am saddened by the reason why — my third grader had a significantly reduced homework load last week. The weekly homework packet did not go out as usual due to parent-teacher conferences, a third grade musical and an early release day. Instead of a 5-page packet with language, spelling, math, and writing activities, 4 daily math homework sheets, and a weekly reading log… we had two days of math homework and our weekly reading log. It felt like vacation.
Our afternoons and evenings were less chaotic and slower-paced, our weekends were free of the mandatory homework packet work, and we entirely avoided that “night-before-the-packet-is-due” freakout when we realize we’d procrastinated too long on the writing assignment. It dawned on me at the end of the week that we simply hadn’t experienced that familiar strain of rushing to get homework done. It had been such a pleasant treat. And next week, it would be back to normal. I felt depressed.
The weekly homework packet isn’t terribly difficult, but it is time consuming. The kids complete several pages of spelling and vocabulary work, and then there is a fun! math game that generally takes for freaking ever. It usually involves dice, colored pencils, 45 minutes that I don’t have, and a glass of Syrah. After that comes the writing assignment, which as a writer myself I don’t dislike, but it also takes quite a bit of time, as the kids are expected to first brainstorm ideas, then revise and proofread their work, and finally neatly write or type (Ohmygawd have you ever stood behind a third grader and watched them type 5 sentences? 20 solid minutes of restraining yourself from intervening and screaming, “Jesus take the wheel!”)
And here’s the sad reality, folks — we don’t even have it as bad as some other elementary school students. A close friend of mine has a second grader at another school, and in addition to 4 days a week of math homework, they also have regular spelling homework, the reading log, and a Physical Education Log. That’s right—they’re expected to log their child’s physical exercise. If it were me, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from scrawling snide and passive-aggressive entries such as “Johnny ran across the yard 42 times today!” or “Suzy jumped on the couch for 8 whole minutes while watching Austin and Ally!” Can you even imagine having to record that stuff?
I am fully aware that my anti-homework stance will be interpreted by some as whiny and lazy. Perhaps so. Maybe my attitude even merits being slapped with a condescending hashtag: I mean, if too much homework doesn’t qualify as a #FirstWorldProblem, what does? It’s right up there with me lamenting that my minivan needs an oil change and I don’t have time between my mani-pedi and Zumba class. (That’s a lie, by the way. I don’t get manicures and I suck at Zumba.)
But what if it’s about more than just an irritated working mother being pissed off that Homework Time has become the new Happy Hour? (Because, duh, you likely need to pour a cocktail to survive it.) What if it really is a bad idea in general to have such rigorous homework expectations for kids in the primary grades? Beneath any layer of laziness and annoyance, I honestly believe that too much homework is absolutely the wrong thing for our children. Here are a few reasons why:
1. There is plenty of time for children to learn the value of hard work outside of school when they’re a little bit older. When do our children get time to just be kids, the way we did 30 years ago? Parents who were raised in the 70s and 80s enjoyed so much more unstructured time than this generation of children does, and I personally don’t know anyone who had regular homework in elementary school in 1984. And for crying out loud, we turned out just fine. Let’s let kids be kids, and other clichés about things “going so fast.” Because it’s true.
2. Many parents aren’t equipped to help their children with homework. I’m not just talking about the plight of the two-working-parent family and a lack of hours in the day. For those of us children of the 70s and 80s, the math our kids are learning is a completely different ballgame. We memorized problems, a practice that is discouraged in most elementary schools today. I know there are a plethora of angry Facebook groups of “Parents Against the Common Core!” but I’m not here to dispute that the “new math” is a solid program. Most of my teacher friends swear that it is a superior method of instruction, and I believe them. But most parents haven’t the first clue how to help our kids do it the “right way,” and nothing infuriates a first grader more than their parent using the wrong lingo during homework time. We parents don’t get a tutorial on how to teach this stuff, so if a 6-7 hour school day, 5 days a week, isn’t enough time for a child to learn a new concept, they shouldn’t be learning it. Expecting parents to have the necessary skills to back up a new style of learning is setting everyone up for failure.
3. In our too-busy culture, there simply isn’t time for daily homework. I personally do not belong to the “over-scheduled family” club; it’s just too much for my sensitive temperament. Our third grader has one weekly dance class, and her poor three-year-old sister does jack squat outside of preschool. But that’s another pressure lurking in the cul-de-sac of modern families: aren’t we supposed to be doing at least one sport, learning a foreign language, perhaps a martial art, and obviously an instrument, too? Shouldn’t our child be playing competitive soccer on the weekends, traveling for gymnastic meets, and meeting weekly for Spanish club? Aren’t we supposed to be enriching our children’s lives, if not preparing them to look good on their college applications? And shit, I forgot all about Scouts, and church youth group, and let’s be mindful that if we don’t preserve “Family Meal Time” every night, our kids will turn into narcissists! And we can just forget about that archaic practice of “playing with one’s friends.” That’s so 20th century.
4. It puts too much pressure and stress on children. When a first grader is in tears regularly because he or she can’t figure out their daily math homework, something is wrong. My daughter is not in the coveted GT (gifted and talented) program, but she does just fine in school; she is a good student and a great reader. Given that she has frequently become frustrated with homework in the past few years, I can only imagine the feeling of dread that accompanies homework time for the family of a student with learning or attention challenges or special needs.
Maybe I sound like another angry mom who’s tired of being too busy. But I don’t really believe this is about me. What are we teaching our kids by putting so much on their plates at such a young age? What is there to be gained from it? There are other ways of teaching our children responsibility and work ethic. To be honest, I’m not even sure where to direct my frustration. The amount of homework given is not the directive of one teacher, or even the school itself. It begins with the district, the state, and even national standards. Many parents feel that there is nothing we can do to make a change. I am not in opposition to homework altogether — by all means, let’s give them a reading log, the occasional special project, and maybe even a night or two of math homework. But I believe that anything more than that is excessive. It’s counterproductive, it’s unnecessarily stressful, and it’s contributing to the very real phenomenon of families stretched to their breaking points.
Stephanie Sprenger is a writer, music therapist, and mother of two young girls. She blogs at Mommy, for Real about the imperfect reality of surviving the daily grind with kids, and is the co-editor of the new anthology, My Other Ex: Women’s True Stories of Leaving and Losing Friends. She can also be found squandering her precious free time on Facebook and Twitter.