R had a play date on Friday with a girl she has known since preschool. They live just down the street around the corner. The girl's mom picked up R and took her home after school. This is the conversation later Friday night:
R: "Why don't we have a theater in our house like they do?"
Me: "You mean a big TV on the wall?"
R: "No. A big screen in another room where you watch movies and the screen rolls down from the ceiling. How come we don't have one of those?"
Me: "Well, we just don't have the room for one of those of course."
Room for one! I crack myself up. How about this: honey, we are poor. We will never have a screen that rolls down from the ceiling unless you get popped for a federal crime and can go to a nice white-collar prison where they show movies and not just county lock-up.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
R is in kindergarten. Parents are asked to volunteer once a week, which seeing as how I work, I can't do. I told her teacher I would volunteer once a month. So yesterday was my day.
There are 4 kids at R's table, and I was in charge of her table. They were all working on their projects and R asked me if I was going to be there every Wednesday. Oh, here we go, I think to myself - the mom guilt. "No, I can only be here sometimes," I tell my sweet girl with sadness in my voice. She nods and says "Ok."
Wait a tic. Was that relief I heard in her voice? Certainly not. She definitely wants me there, right?!
Her teacher walks by at this point and says R's table gets a point because they were all coloring and on task. Of course, I give a whoop whoop and raise the roof!! I mean, a point is a point right? R points her finger at me and shakes her head no. I got reprimanded by my own kid, who is 5! Are you kidding me?
The table finishes their project and R tells me it's ok for me to leave. She wants me to go! I tell her I'm the coolest mom she knows but she's not buying it.
She really doesn't want me there. I can't figure it out. Maybe it's because I'm dressed for work and actually have makeup on. Not like the other moms there who were in jogging suits with no makeup on. I reserve that look for the weekends.
Just wait until that child is older, and I really embarrass her. I can't wait.
There are 4 kids at R's table, and I was in charge of her table. They were all working on their projects and R asked me if I was going to be there every Wednesday. Oh, here we go, I think to myself - the mom guilt. "No, I can only be here sometimes," I tell my sweet girl with sadness in my voice. She nods and says "Ok."
Wait a tic. Was that relief I heard in her voice? Certainly not. She definitely wants me there, right?!
Her teacher walks by at this point and says R's table gets a point because they were all coloring and on task. Of course, I give a whoop whoop and raise the roof!! I mean, a point is a point right? R points her finger at me and shakes her head no. I got reprimanded by my own kid, who is 5! Are you kidding me?
The table finishes their project and R tells me it's ok for me to leave. She wants me to go! I tell her I'm the coolest mom she knows but she's not buying it.
She really doesn't want me there. I can't figure it out. Maybe it's because I'm dressed for work and actually have makeup on. Not like the other moms there who were in jogging suits with no makeup on. I reserve that look for the weekends.
Just wait until that child is older, and I really embarrass her. I can't wait.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Found
A volcano erupts when the pressure builds too high. A cat will rip you a nice slash when it’s pissed enough. A strong woman will tell you to fuck off when she finds her self-respect again. She will remember who she is and everything that her life has stood for. She will know that no man who loves her would call her names in the first place. A strong woman’s friends will not let her feel alone. They will not let her feel shame. They prop her up when she starts to waiver. They loan her some of their confidence and strength to make it through.
Most importantly, a strong woman will never let her female children see a man repeatedly disrespect her. That woman teaches her female children that self-respect and confidence can sometimes wane, but will never leave you. No matter how white trash you are.
Most importantly, a strong woman will never let her female children see a man repeatedly disrespect her. That woman teaches her female children that self-respect and confidence can sometimes wane, but will never leave you. No matter how white trash you are.
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