Monday, July 30, 2012

A funny thing happened today...


...K almost drowned. Ok, not funny at all. Actually, terrifying. But I was talking to a friend, saying that I haven’t been blogging lately and one of the reasons is that I try to keep the feel of my blog a little bit “my life is so pathetic I have to laugh,” and lately, I’ve just been feeling, “my life is so pathetic.” So I haven’t updated. Because if I’m not laughing, you’re not laughing, and who wants to read my depressing blog? Yeah, not me either. I figured if I came in here with a little anecdote, maybe it would start my creative juices flowing and I’d get back in to blogging...but then, you know, K almost drowned. Bummer. There goes the anecdote.
FYI- I saved her. It wasn’t a big save, but it was a save nonetheless. And in case you’re thinking I should have saved her because, well, I’m her mother, and I’m the one who is supposed to be watching her, that’s not a very nice way to be thinking. She was at SWIM LESSONS. You know, like, the ONLY 30 minutes of the week I am theoretically  NOT responsible for her watching her near a body of water...because I’m paying a WHOLE LOT OF MONEY to make sure someone else is responsible for her. Well, like one mom said as I pulled her from the water, good thing I was there.
See, when a 19 year old girl, who may be very good at swimming, but most likely has little to NO understanding of child development and what a THREE year old is capable of understanding is put in charge of SIX children between the ages of 3 and 4, you may have a problem. But I can get over that. I can see how she may not have realized that my child could not have comprehended the instructions and didn’t realize that it was not her turn to swim. I get that. K started to swim when it was not her turn. Two other children were swimming. The teacher was too far, so she turned back to the wall. The wall was too far. K panicked. She went under. The teacher did not see...actually, I think she did not see, b/c K came up, her eyes searched for mine, and she went under again. FOUR TIMES. Each time, I heard her start to cry and then water would fill her mouth as she went under. I saw. The teacher was maybe 6 or 7 feet away and didn’t come over to her. Even as I leaned into the pool and screamed something like, “Jesus, are you going to get her?!” the teacher didn’t come over. So I’m assuming she didn’t see (although at that point, I honestly don’t know how that is possible). She just went on with her lesson. I pulled Kayla out. She was coughing and I was shaking.
 As I wrapped her in her towel, I realized that I should probably just put her back in the water, so I offered a lollipop if she would return to the water. She pretty much told me, “Hell, no!” and I didn’t feel like fighting. 
I tried not to make a big deal out of it as I explained to the office staff why K would NOT be returning to this teacher’s class. I don’t want to be that parent (even though I know I am). The manager is going to call me when he gets back from his vacation, and I think I will put K in another class and life will go on.
But, yeah...definitely don’t have a funny story for you today...but I do have a cute photo...




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Thursday, July 5, 2012

Happy 4th of July!

I know it's technically the FIFTH of July, but I was too tired to post these yesterday. Hope you all had a great day! We went to a friends house and had a great time. Then, when we got home, I had to hear all about how I'm so mean because I'm always busy and don't have time to play with my kids. They are so lucky they are cute....

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Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Another totally awesome jDate horror story


You guys probably think I’m writing this post to wish you all a Happy Independence Day. Well, ok, sure. But that is not why I'm writing. I’m writing to tell you of another jdate horror story. I know! Another one? How is it even possible?

This one goes back a bit. About a year ago (13 months to be exact), I contacted a guy on jdate who I thought was really cute. I liked what he wrote. He seemed humble and sweet. He wrote me back and asked for my phone number. We spoke a few times. I don’t really remember the details of it all, you know, because IT WAS A YEAR AGO! I do remember that we made a plan to go out. I think he wanted to do something like go to a museum, but I didn’t really want to do that for a first meeting. I asked if we could save that for our second date and just meet for dinner or drinks to start with. Maybe that wasn’t nice, but I didn’t mean it in a mean way. It was (is) just what I’m comfortable with.
He chose a restaurant which was close to his house and 45 minutes from mine. I didn’t complain...although I remember being annoyed. He knew where I lived (that statement right there worries the hell out of me) and I would have appreciated something a little closer. I arrived to the restaurant first. When he walked in, I literally didn’t recognize him. He looked nothing like his pictures. He looked 10 years older and 30 pounds heavier. That had never happened to me before where someone looked so different from their pictures. But, whatever. We were both there, so I went with it and tried to get to know him better. You never know, right? I knew. I felt no spark. I knew we were not a match. He complained about his ex-wife quite a bit, and besides the inappropriateness of that, honestly, as he described her, I remember thinking she and I didn’t sound that different. He complained about his money problems. Yeah...that’s sexy. I have money problems, too...but I don’t go and advertise them (except for here, on my blog, for the world to see). I don’t remember what else I didn’t like about him, but I just knew it wasn’t a love connection. I used to have a 3 date rule. I would go out with someone three times to give them a fair chance before I decided I didn’t want to go out with them anymore. That was before an evening of sitting on my couch doing nothing was so appealing. And before an evening out meant paying a babysitter $10/hour. I don’t have energy to give people so many chances these days.
So, our date ended. We said good-bye. Fifteen minutes later, he called to see if I was on my way home. An hour after that, he called again, to see if I had made it home. Probably would have totally loved that, if I had liked him. I don’t remember what happened over the course of the following week, but I do remember the next weekend. I remember it because E and N were at their dad’s house, K was sleeping...as was I, and at 8:00 in the morning, he called to say, “hello.” Yeah...I was annoyed. I hung up on him and didn’t call him back. The next day, he called me again to say he was sorry he assumed I would be awake. I do not understand that about people. He is not the only guy who has thought it is ok to call me so early in the morning. It is just a weird phenomenon of rudeness that seems to be going around. Either way, I put him out of his misery. Told him I didn’t think we would be a good match, would like to be friends if he wanted, etc.
Six months ago, I changed my jdate profile pictures. He sent me an email saying he liked them. I said, “thank you.”
Yesterday, I got an email from him asking if he could ask me a question. My curiosity got the better of me and I said, “ok.” Curiosity killed the cat.
This morning I woke up to this note: when you decided to go on a date with me, were you interested or were you on the fence and why? I am not asking for constructive criticism. When you showed up for the date it didn't look like you cared to make an effort to dress up a little and in all your pictures on here, you look beautiful. What was going on? Is there something I said or did? Please remember to be kind when you answer I am not slamming either of us.
I would say I’m more in shock than speechless. I pretty much always have something to say. I’m just wondering will a reply to a wack job like this, get me killed? I have a rough draft of what I’m thinking of sending. Let me know your thoughts...
Wow. That’s really all I have to say.  Actually, I have a lot to say, but I’m going to keep this short. Just to be clear here, a YEAR after we had ONE date, you somehow think it is appropriate to contact me, insult my appearances (and don’t think b/c you stuck a compliment in there about my current pictures that that makes it ok), ask me what I was thinking and tell me that when I answer, I need to be KIND..? Let me just say this...I will not answer your question. Had you asked in a way that was NICE, I would have. But for you to dare say that I didn’t dress up or make an effort (oh wait, I forgot, you’re not slamming anyone here)...honestly, who the hell do you think you are?
Dating is hard, there is no doubt about it. Often times, when I make the decision not to date someone, I wonder if that is the right choice. Truthfully, I didn’t have those questions with regards to you. If I had however, this email would have reassured me that I 100% made the right decision. Please do not contact me again.
It’s amazing...I seriously couldn’t make this stuff up.

Ok...what do you think?