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Mad About It Monday: How To Ruin A Relationship In One Simple Step

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Mad About It Monday

…because passive aggressive Facebook posts were so yesterday

Happy Monday, Everyone! Lately, I’ve been posting my M.A.M mini-rants on Facebook but something happened to me recently that warrants a blog post. Let’s just say that a simple Facebook post just can’t contain all of the rage. I’d also like to get your thoughts on the situation. After you’re done reading, leave me a comment and answer this: What would you do if you were in my position?!

Neighborhood

When we were building our house five years ago, I was excited about the prospect of having the kind of neighborhood where there’s a real sense of community…you know, the kind of place that you’re excited to raise a family in. I don’t know if times have just changed or if it’s the neighborhood we moved into but we only know a handful of our neighbors and, although we really like them and are on friendly terms, we don’t know them all that well. One of our neighbors has a child that’s a few years older than my three year old daughter. We like this kid and are friendly with his parents and occasionally we’ll invite them over for a get together or spend a few minutes chatting while we’re all outside. Over the course of the last few months, the parents have asked me to babysit their child several times. It’s certainly not a problem at all. We enjoy having him over and are more than happy to help on occasion, when they need a favor and that’s exactly what I thought I was agreeing to when I received a text message last week asking me if I would mind watching the child for a little while on Saturday. Here’s what the message said:

“Hey, would you mind watching Kiddo on Saturday? I have to work in the morning and wanted to take SoAndSo out for his birthday dinner after work if he’s up for it.”

Now I assumed, as any rational human being would, that I would be watching Kiddo on Saturday evening, so his mom and dad could enjoy a night out. Absolutely no big deal. I replied and mentioned that, even though we were planning to go out to dinner, Kiddo was more than welcome to come with us if he wanted to. “It’s up to you guys,” said the mom. “Kiddo is always welcome to tag along,” I replied. “Cool,” I thought,  “It’s settled. We’ll take Kiddo out to dinner and it will be fun.” Apparently, I was wrong. The next morning, I got this text message:

“I have to work at 10:30 so I leave around 10:00…I can bring Kiddo over then and how much would you like for the day? Either his dad or I should pick him up around 7ish”

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Wait, what?! Now something that was supposed to be an evening favor has turned into an all day ordeal but since I’d already agreed to her vague request for us to watch her child and since this child is old enough to come with us wherever we go, I decided not to worry about the change in our day. I didn’t reply to her comment about payment because, honestly, I’m a really bad negotiator when it comes to people that I know and I thought that she would ask me in person what would be fair. Fast forward to Saturday…

Kiddo came over around 10:00 in the morning. We played a few games and ran some errands before coming home for a pizza party lunch followed by blanket forts, a movie and snacks, hide & go seek, sidewalk chalk, and an assortment of other activities with the kids. Although it was long, it was a pretty good day. I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to entertaining a seven year old child but I managed and, by the time 7:00 rolled around, I was a little exhausted and ready to head out to our already delayed dinner plans. Kiddo’s mom picked him up at 7:45, seemed kind of rushed, and made absolutely no mention of paying us for watching her child all day. I was a little floored. I certainly don’t mind doing anyone a favor but ten hours of my time is well beyond a good neighborly favor. So I sent her this text message:

“…I realized I never responded about how much money would be okay for the day. Anywhere between $5 and $10 an hour would be fine. Normally I would say don’t worry about it but since it was all day, I think that’s fair.”

She responded asking for an exact dollar amount, I replied with “$50 would be fine” (which comes out to be about $5 an hour, an amount I think is totally reasonable for all day child care including meals, snacks, and activities) and she said she’d bring it by tomorrow. Well, guess what?! Tomorrow came and went and the next day came and went, too and I still haven’t heard from them and they haven’t come by.

Annoyed

It’s not the money that matters to me, it’s the principle of the matter. When you say that you’re going to do something: DO IT!

I don’t know if it’s the fact that I felt tricked into agreeing to something that ended up being a much larger commitment than I anticipated or the fact that she offered to compensate me for my time but didn’t or some combination of the two but I am outraged slightly appalled. I mean, who does that?! I can’t even imagine taking advantage of someone like that. I just can’t.

I would love to give them the benefit of the doubt and say that they forgot or that they were just busy but, the truth is, I know better. Kiddo has come over several times over the last few months and I’ve always declined an offer for payment because it’s only ever been for an hour or two but this time it was my entire day and that’s different. I can’t help but feel the only reason they asked me to watch him in the first place is because they didn’t want to have to pay for a sitter to watch their child. How frustrating.

Fail

Needless to say, I don’t think I’ll be doing them any more favors any time soon.

What would you have done in my situation?! Have you ever dealt with something like that? If so, I’d love to know how you handled it.

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Adventures In Spray Tanning: A Cautionary Tale

One day sixty some years from now when I’m sitting around a pool, drinking a dirty martini, and enjoying the hot Florida summer I’ll look back on the events of last week and laugh. Then I’ll say to my grandchildren, “When I was your age, see (because, in my mind, all elderly people speak like they grew up as 1920’s gangsters), my skin glowed orange, see, because of this little invention known as the spray tan.” Then I’ll realize that those “grandchildren” I’m speaking to are actually birds. But I’ll continue on with my story, because it really is that important.

“See here, my feathered friend, society had these places we called ‘gyms’ where people went to use machines that made their bodies stronger,” I’ll say, sipping on my beverage, “well one day, my gym got a special machine that sprayed god knows what onto your skin, making it appear as if you’ve spent hours basking in the hot, hot sun.” The birds will look at me, confused at the fact that I don’t have any seeds for them, and inevitably fly away to their flock. But I’ll keep talking, because I’m not one to stop before the story is over.

“Well, old sport,” I’ll continue looking into thin air, “I’d never had one of those ‘spray tans’ before and decided to give it a whirl. The machine was like a tiny awkward shower that yelled directions at you while you stood naked and uncomfortable, see. I was elated. Elated that my ghostly white skin would finally have that healthy summer glow. I was wrong, I tell ya. Wrong indeed. This is something I didn’t realize, see, until hours later.” By this time, the other citizens of my neighborhood have rightly concluded that I have lost my mind and the poor pool boy stuck sitting in the chair next to me as I go on…

“Young man,” I’ll say, “In between the gym and home I stopped at my local Target, an actual building with groceries, toiletries, and an assortment of other items people purchased before the invention of Amazon Teleportation. I assumed the smiles from strangers came from a kind place, that people were just being friendly. It wasn’t until I got home, see, that I realized I’d made a terrible mistake.”

Spray Tan Gone Wrong

“This tan was not the cat’s pajamas,” I’ll continue, “because I had somehow covered too much of my forehead with the protective cap meant to keep the spray out of your hair. It was awful, see, just terrible. No good. Lousy. The next morning, it was worse. I looked like the illegitimate child of Snookie and one of Willy Wonka’s Oompa Loompas.”

“What is a Snookie and who are the Oompa Loompas?” The very confused, and mildly uncomfortable pool boy will inevitably ask. “Nevermind that, old sport,” I’ll reply, “The fact of the matter is that spray tan machines were no good, very bad, just plain awful.” Then he’ll get up, walk away, and call my family to move me into an assisted living facility never knowing that the events I described to him were true. And very embarrassing.

Spray Tan the next dayThe end.

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Mad About It Monday: The Label Makers

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…because passive aggressive Facebook posts were so yesterday…

Happy Monday, Everyone! If you’ve been following along for a while, you know that I usually take some time each Monday to discuss something that’s been bothering me (either seriously or sarcastically). If you’re new here, you can find some of my old posts here:

Today I want to talk about something that’s been bothering me for years: Labels.

Generalizations | Labels | Stereotypes 

Some labels are okay; like the one that tells you that your favorite beverage contains “100% Juice” or the one that helps you better understand how to care for that 97% cotton, 3% spandex article of clothing. Those labels are great. They’re beneficial and they’re necessary. Nutrition and product labels are the only ones that matter. Society could stand to do without the rest of them, don’t you think?! I’ve talked before about that feeling of never being good enough (Never Enough) but labels are something that other people give us that are beyond our control.

Muslims Are Terrorists | Overweight People Are Lazy | People With Disabilities Aren’t Intelligent

I think one of the most dangerous things about labeling a person is that it is a shortcut.  It creates a false sense of understanding, without having to put in the requisite time and effort to truly comprehend the nature of that which is being labeled, be it an individual, organization, or an entire society.  Labeling something suggests that it can be defined by that one thing, but nothing is ever so black and white.  People are complicated, as are countries, religions, and anything else that one may be tempted to define in a bumper sticker sized sentence.  True understanding requires that we first recognize and then cast aside our preconceived notions.

Last night I listened to a TED talk that summed my feelings towards religion and doubt more eloquently than I ever could.  Though the speaker did not specifically talk about labeling people, I think the need to cast doubt upon our own understanding can be applied to our understanding of individuals as well as the broader subject of religion and faith.  Belief without introspective questioning and doubt is shallow and incomplete.  It is the same kind of intellectual dishonesty as labeling an individual.  Both are the easy path, but the easy path is usually not the best one.

I encourage you all to not take the easy path.  Don’t label someone, because you would not want to be labeled.  You are not that easily defined and neither is anyone else.

You may not be able to prevent others from labeling you but you can set the example by not labeling others. 

When you have the chance, take the time to watch Lesley Hazleton’s TED Talk. I promise, it’ll inspire you.

My friend and new blogger Aimee over at Here Comes Baby B asked me if I was going to offer a link up this week. So I said, “Sure, why not?!” If you’re interested in sharing your own “Mad About It Monday” post, you can do so here:

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Mad About It Monday: The Going To Bed Book

Welcome to Mad About It Monday

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…because passive aggressive Facebooking was so yesterday…

It’s been a while since my last Mad About It Monday post in this series and I thought I’d bring it back with something that’s been on my mind for a long, long time.

I love being a mom.  I love the time that I get to spend with my two year old, snuggled on the couch, reading stories together.  But good Lord Almighty there are a lot of books out there and some them are just downright (as Mr. T would say,) “Absoludicrous”.

You might remember my expose on a guide for stalkers cleverly disguised as a classic children’s book or my thoughts on the worst parenting example ever.  Today, I want to dedicate this post to a book that’s been grinding my gears form almost two years.

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The Going to Bed Book

Filled with nonsensical nonsense, “The Going to Bed Book” has been a popular bedtime story for the last 31 years.  Before it makes its way into your book basket, I must air my grievances with this so-called children’s classic.

Now, you might think that I’m going to talk about what a bad idea it is to exercise right after bed. About how any activity that creates adrenaline and increases one’s heart-rate is not going to be conducive to a restful night’s sleep. Furthermore, it is pretty nasty that they are exercising after they’ve taken a bath.

But, I’m not going to talk about that.

You might also think that I’m going to talk about how illogical it is for a lion, elephant, and moose, among others to share the same bathtub in an effective or safe manner. You may suspect that I’ll mention that, based upon the Archimedes’ principle of water displacement, the tub would have to exponentially larger than depicted in order to support the level of bouyant force exerted by the combined weight of all of those wild animals.

However, I’m not going to talk about that either.

What I want to talk about is this:

Going To Bed Book Lion Hunts Bunny

That bunny might be getting ready for bed, but you can tell he’s pretty sure that he’s going to become the lion’s breakfast.

AND NOBODY SEEMS TO CARE.  Somebody had to have purchased all of these custom-fitted pajamas and specialized exercise equipment, but they seem to have forgotten that these are wild animals and no amount of messed up rhyming bedtime routine is going to deny the inherent laws of nature.

As the parent of a toddler, I am in no hurry to explain the entirely justifiable fear within that bunny’s eyes.

Thanks for trying to steal my child’s innocence, Sandra Boynton.

Goodnight.

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Mad About It Mondays: Toodles The Saboteur

Disclaimer: If you’re offended by strong language and sarcasm, this post is probably not for you.

Check back tomorrow for pictures of my adorable child. Also, I love Disney.

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I’m not entirely certain how the love affair started but at some point within the last 10 months my child has developed somewhat of an obsession with Disney’s “Mickey Mouse Clubhouse“. Being a Disney fan myself, I don’t have a problem with that. I do, however, have an issue with the fact that Netflix has only one Mickey Mouse Clubhouse show available to stream from my Roku device. Really?! Doesn’t Netflix have an agreement with Disney?! I mean, honestly….come on. That’s not even what irritates me. If it was, this M.A.M post would be awfully short, am I right?! Want to know what really pisses me off?! It’s Toodles.

Toodles is a whiny bitch.

There, I said it. Now we’ve seen some of the old shows where he was sweet, didn’t talk, and was relatively helpful. Now? Not so much. I’ve probably seen “Road Rally” (please, Disney, for the love of all that is holy make more available on Netflix) a couple hundred times and every time I watch it, my hatred for Toodles grows just a little bit stronger. If you’ve never seen it, here’s a re-cap:

Mickey and friends decide to go on a fun road trip together where they stop at various points throughout their journey to solve mini-mysteries. Each time they get through one of their pit-stops, they’re rewarded with a special surprise (whoo! Exciting!). Before they’re set to leave, Goofy realizes that he doesn’t have his bike to travel with so the professor gives him a handy rescue truck that he’s been working on to take along. The only requirement is that Goofy agrees to use the rescue truck whenever anyone needs help. Sounds simple, right?! Wrong.

Why?! Because their group has a saboteur in the mix. That’s right, Toodles, I’m onto you. The group is met with a series (as is the case with every episode) of unforseen obstacles along the way and guess who just so happens to have exactly what the group needs to continue along?! Ding ding ding! Toodles. Hmmmm…. sneaky sneaky.

I’ve always been a little suspicious of Toodles but he really shows his true colors in the episode. When Goofy comes to the rescue to help out the team, Toodles looses his shit. And here’s the thing: Minnie actually feels bad for him and tries to rally support. What the hell?! Are you freaking kidding me?! You’re a manipulative bastard, Toodles. And when the trend of recovering from, what I believe are, staged attacks on the group on their own continues, Toodles just ups and leaves. The team feels sorry for him, goes to look for him, and then gifts him with a surprise that’s bigger than everyone else’s at the end. Wow. Just wow.

Even if the obstacles are not of Toodles’ design, he needs to learn that it’s ok for someone else to help out for a change.  What’s more, by placating him, they’re only feeding his insecurities.  He needs tough love.

Dear Toodles,

Knock that crap off.

XoXo,

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Mad About It Mondays: “Oh, Wow. Bad Outfit Choice!”

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I’ve touched on this kind of thing before (if you’re intrested you can find my posts here and here) but somehow hearing rude comments from people in public or in the media never ceases to amaze me (and not in a good way).

It was a beautiful seventy-something degree day on Saturday and so my husband, daughter, and I decided to enjoy some play/workout time outside. I decided to wear my Old Navy compression capris and a t-shirt. Why?! Because when I go to get dressed for a workout I think, “Man, I’ll really look sexy working out in this!!!”. No. It’s because when it comes to doing things that are both fun and good for you, comfort is important and it’s not a beauty contest.

Aftewards we ran into Costo to grab a few things and while we were in line to check out a couple who was coming up behind us very loudly started discussing what they thought was a poor outfit choice. I don’t know if the multiple “Oooh, that was not a good outfit choice. Oh wow! Oh wow!” was about me or not (they weren’t even looking at me) but I don’t care and it doesn’t matter because it was about someone.

So let me just say this and I’ll wrap up my short Mad About It Monday post for the day: If someone’s outfit choice elicits that kind of response from you, the problem isn’t with what they’re wearing. Maybe, just maybe, the problem is with you…

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Mad About It Monday: Oh, It’s Okay…I Didn’t Really Want to Sleep Tonight Anyway.

Welcome to Mad About It Monday

Because passive aggressive Facebook status updates were so yesterday…

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New here?! You can find some of my most recent MAM posts by clicking the links below:

Marco Rubio & Water

Lies and The Lying Liars Who Like To Tell Them

Never Enough

Today I want to talk about my beautiful, kind, loving daughter and the one thing she’s been doing lately that really just grinds my gears. I might not be winning mother of the year but there’s very little that I can’t handle when it comes to parenting. Not getting sleep, however, is one of those things. Somewhere between the joys of her second birthday party and two days ago she learned (and coined) the phrase: “I don’t want to _________” followed, usually, by “take a nap,” or “go to bed,” or “lay down”. *Facepalm

She works herself into such a frenzy about the possibility of sleeping that she actually seems to catch a second wind. At a certain point, toddlers who haven’t gotten enough sleep actually have trouble sleeping and that’s definitely true for my little one. It isn’t from a lack of effort on our part…we go through all of our normal bedtime steps with C right down to the same goodnight hugs and kisses we’ve been doing for months. Last night was the first night in a while that she actually went to sleep without a headache and it was glorious but again today the no-sleep monster attacked again during naptime leaving me wondering where to go from here.

Naptime used to be glorious.  Not that I don’t cherish my time with her (I do) but it was the one time during the day that I could get some cleaning done around the house, maybe catch up on some TV that the husband doesn’t care about, or maybe even (gasp) take a shower.  Even on the days where she was a little resistant, sometimes we would snuggle together and we would both take a nap, and that wasn’t so bad either.

No longer.  Now “naptime” (quotes are needed because no napping actually takes place) is a time where my child repeatedly screams the aforementioned phrases of doom while throwing her pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals out of her crib and then begging me to come give them back to her. Sometimes, she even takes off all of her clothes in protest (read $#!* Happens). Fun times.

She’s only two years old…barely two years old at that, so how in the world have we already given up daytime napping?! It isn’t possible and I refuse to accept it. Every child is different but for C, fear of going to sleep seems to stem from not wanting to be away from mommy and daddy. I know that seperation anxiety seems to rear it’s ugly head again around this age and so I’m trying (with all the patience I have in me) to understand that and work with it but that night time wakefulness is driving me up the wall.

I’ve got a few ideas I plan to test out this week and I’ll definitely update and let you guys know what works for us and what doesn’t. In the meantime….I may try to get what little sleep I’m able to before my child wakes up again. Wish me luck! Zzzzz….

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Mad About It Mondays: Bullies

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Welcome to “Mad About It Mondays”! Instead of a long post on how much I hate bullies (don’t we all?!) I thought I would share a Ted Talk that I watched today. It’s incredible and worth sharing…Next week I promise you an “actual” MAM post. In the meantime…enjoy:

Ted Talk Stop A Bully

I guess you have to actually click on the link…I promise, it’s worth it!

 

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Mad About It Mondays: Lies and the Lying Liars Who Enjoy Telling Them

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Welcome to Mad About It Mondays! If this is your first time coming across a MAM post, feel free to take a look at some of my most recent rants:

Marco Rubio & The Water

What Part of “NO” Do You Not Understand?

On Homosexuality

Never Enough

For a few weeks, I had invited people to ‘link up’ with me for Mad About It Mondays. It didn’t catch on like I had hoped (and that’s okay). Some people didn’t have anything to complain about (lucky ducks) and some would rather branch off and do their own version (which is fine, I’m just happy to have inspired people with my blog) and so I’m going to hold off on that for a while. My blog is still relatively new (just five months old) and so I’ll wait until it picks up some more steam to try again. In the meantime, I would love for you to share your links (if you have one) in the ‘comments section’. This week’s post is brought to you by MTV’s show “Catfish”.

I should preface this by saying that I don’t really watch a lot of shows like this. The only two ‘reality’ television shows that I really even like are Survivor and The Biggest Loser and since we don’t have cable, I don’t usually run across a lot of annoying programming anyway. Saturday Night Live, however, introduced me (sort of) to the show “Catfish” a few weeks ago when they ran a spoof making fun of this MTV show. In case you missed it, take a look:

When I saw that season one was on Hulu Plus, I decided to check it out. It isn’t often that I see a show that leaves me wondering what in world is wrong with people but “Catfish” does just that. At first, I thought that the people who had blindly participated in these online relationships (with people they’d never met) were complete morons but the more I watched the more I realized that the problem is in the compulsive, pathological liars who sucker innocent people into thinking they’re someone they don’t turn out to be.

There are a few things that I just cannot wrap my head around. First of all, if you’re involved in an online relationship with someone, why wouldn’t you do your research? Some of these people have invested years of their lives talking to someone online and on the phone only to be heartbroken when they discover that the person has been lying to them the entire time. Even when you’re armed with only an email address, phone number, and pictures, it’s not that hard to sniff out a liar when you take the time to fact check.

That’s the part of me that doesn’t always feel bad for the people who’ve been duped by these psychopaths. In the five, seven, ten years you’ve been romantically involved with someone, the thought has never even crossed your mind that they might be lying to you? The fact that they never send you recent pictures doesn’t raise a red flag? The fact that they’ve heard of Skype or somehow can’t use a free service that’s available with internet access and a web cam doesn’t make you a little bit suspicious? Really?! REALLY?!

The other part of me, perhaps the more compassionate part, does actually feel bad that these people get their hearts broken. Why on Earth would you pretend to be something that you’re not…for years!? It doesn’t even make sense. These people need help (clearly). I just find it odd that someone can exchange those three little words with another person and not feel the slightest bit of guilt that they’re being deceptive. Part of me believes that there should be some sort of law protecting people from going online, stealing images, and passing them off as if they’re your own.

Until that day comes (and probably long after still) there will always be those people out there who lie for no apparent reason other than the fact that they are lying liars who lie about stupid stuff. In the meantime, if you find yourself involved with someone online…do your research.