Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Parenting is a mosh pit

A lot of people who know me know that I spent a lot of time at metal shows in my younger years. Most of these shows included a mosh pit of some form or another. A lot of us know there are (usually unspoken) rules for a mosh pit and it's not just a bunch of chaos, although to an outsider it probably appears to be a terrifying display of humanity.  Raising children can also appear like a terrifying display of humanity to an outsider of the parenting world.  This article contains the ten general rules of mosh pit etiquette. We're going to compare parenting with a mosh pit today, since I have found there are many similarities between the two.

  1. Pick up the fallen.  At many of the shows I attended, the musicians on stage would say, "If someone falls down, you help them back up!"  I often use the same sentence when speaking to my children, especially when they're roughhousing.  We're not here to trample each other.  
  2. Hold lost items above your head.   Kids are notorious about losing stuff.  They're also notorious for finding things.  If you find something interesting, please try to bring Mama's attention to it before claiming it as your own and stuffing it into your pocket.  I'm looking at you, Ronin.
  3. Playing the sideline comes with responsibility.  Kids, if your brother or sister is doing something potentially dangerous and you're sitting on the sidelines observing and not saying anything about it, you're still partially responsible.
  4. Learn your basics. As Jack Spencer so eloquently puts it, "Any sense of format to moshing can easily be tossed out the window depending on the size of the crowd, so often trying to adhere to a style is futile."  Any of the parenting stuff you learned before having kids might not fit your kids.  Things you learned with your first child may not apply to your second.  
  5. Know when the pit begins and ends.  Just as you never know exactly when a pit is going to start up, you also never know when a child may start up.  Small children are every bit as unpredictable as a mosh pit.  
  6. Throwing things is generally frowned upon.  This should go without saying, right?  
  7. Respect that not everyone is there for the pit.  Not everyone is cut out for parenting, so don't encourage your friends to join you in having children.  Also, not everyone in your life will be there for your children.  You can't force them into your child's life and it's really the adult's loss if they're missing out on your awesome kid(s).
  8. Try to keep tempo and pace with those around you.  Sometimes you can watch a child for clues that they're going to flip out and work to diffuse the situation.  Sometimes it's a sudden thing and they're set off without warning.  Either way, they should have some occasional lulls where you can catch your breath.
  9. Don't make it or take it personal.  With kids, words will often fly (and sometimes body parts) without being meant for anyone in particular.  Sometimes they'll hit you, sometimes they won't.  If your toddler says they hate you, it's not personal.  If your toddler headbutts you in the face while going in for a hug and breaks your glasses, it's still not personal.  They're known for being out of control.  If you take everything personally, you'll be quite a miserable parent.
  10. Respect the venue staff.  When you're at home, your child can be as destructive as you want.  When you're in public and your tiny terror is doing his or her thing, please respect those around you and their property.  If your little love is running through a restaurant, disturbing other patrons and tripping the staff, please do your best to diffuse this situation.  Remove the child, distract the child, do your best to calm the child before someone gets hurt.  
Remember, we're all trying to do what's best for our kids.  Why not have a sense of humor about it?

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Messy House Haiku

Toys strewn everywhere
Godzilla on Sodor Isle
Watch out for that train!

Friday, September 26, 2014

Tattooed Parents

I'm a parent.  I have tattoos.  I have several tattoos.  I am a tattooed parent. I am also a pierced parent and I like to think I am, coincidentally, a good parent.  Yes, I may look a little different with my various interests strewn across my body.  I like to think that I've made my flesh a little more interesting with my decorations.  I didn't do it to please you.  I didn't do it to offend you.  Honestly, I don't give a diddly what you think about my appearance.  I'm happy in my own skin and I'm teaching my children that those that mind don't matter and those that matter don't mind.  You can tell your children within earshot how tacky you think I look and I can also tell my children quite loudly that it's rude to point out such things.

I know I'm not normal.  I've never been normal.  I once had the urge to fit in around middle school, but, thankfully, it went away.  I'm not raising normal children.  I'm teaching them that it's awesome to be different.  The things that make you special are great.  My oldest child is ridiculously flexible.  My middle child is insanely creative.  My youngest child is an insane little ball of energy that can dream up anything.  They're these amazingly special little people who just may grow up to wear their uniqueness on the outside.

Sleep Deprivation Haiku

Tiny footfalls sound
Followed by cries for bacon
No, it's five o'clock


Precious child sleeping
dreaming of Daniel Tiger
kicks me in the throat




Thursday, September 25, 2014

Noodle Haiku

Pool noodle swordsman
Swinging wildly at siblings
You'll poke an eye out?



Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Goodbyes stink.

I hate saying goodbye, especially when I'm saying it to one of those rare people whom I can tolerate and is willing to tolerate me.  I don't really become attached to people very easily, but when I do, I'm pretty fiercely loyal.  It's so much easier to be a bitch and push people away than to form a bond with a longtime friend (and his adorably huggable son) and have to say goodbye.

In conclusion, I must say that I hate you.  I can't believe I spent nearly half my life being friends with someone like you.  You have a big head and I hope you step on a Lego.  I find your fascination with David Bowie and Hedwig a bit creepy and love for "retro" gaming oh-so-dull.  Tattoos are stupid, so are Chuck Taylors, and only nerds wear glasses.  Your taste in music is horrible.  Who listens to punk anymore, anyway?  Loser.

I should probably admit now that those things about which I just expressed my disdain are pretty much all of my favorite things.  

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

I'm back!

I've been gone for a while again.  It just seemed that nothing has been worth posting; or maybe I've just been too busy to write anything.  Maybe I've just been too lazy.  Possibly a combination of all three.  Either way, I'm back.

Kaiya is on her third year of homeschool now and it's going swimmingly.  She has a fascination with Horrible Histories, special effects makeup, and Doctor Who.

Ronin supposedly should be in kindergarten, but we're going easy on things.  He decided it was time for me to teach him to read a few months back and fifteen minutes later, he was reading.  He doesn't care much for sitting still or writing, but he has time to work on those things.  No five year old should sit still for hours at a time, anyhow.

Tanith did this last week.  She's two.
 

And as for me, I've recently rediscovered caffeine.  It's great.  I'm back into being crafty again and currently working on painting our mailbox to resemble the Hylian crest from Legend of Zelda.