Friday, April 9, 2010

If one more person assumes that I have shelved my brain I'm gonna...



I have a massive rant that I have been saving for a while, mainly because I haven't had time to put pen to paper (so to speak). Every time I think about this topic it makes me mad so hopefully posting this will be cathartic.

What I would like to know is this - when did it become abnormal to stay at home and care for your children instead of going back to work? Don't get me wrong, I don't have an issue with other people choosing to go back to work. Do what you want. What I do have a problem with is people being unbelievably condescending when I tell them that I have chosen to be a stay at home mother. I have even heard this choice referred to as 'cute'. That, however, is not the comment that has annoyed me the most. The worst of all condescending comments is when people, of which there are multiple, say 'Oh, I could never be a stay at home mother. I need to use my brain.'. *smoke coming from ears* Of course I don't use my brain. I just sit at home and sing nursery rhymes and behave as if I am in a ward staffed by Nurse Ratched.

The thing that bugs me the most is that we as humans are animals. When any other animal (excluding a few of course) produces offspring they don't check them in to childcare after a month and go off about the business of 'using their brain', um, sorry, I mean working (if you are going to be condescending, I shall return the favour!). You don't see kangaroos dumping their kids with their mother and donning briefcases. I have never seen a possum childcare centre in operation. Caring for our children is what we are biologically supposed to do and the assumption that anyone who chooses to pursue this course of action has shelved their brain for the interim is downright wrong. I use my brain in multiple ways that I don't feel the need to list. I am not here to justify my position as a thinking stay at home mother. I'm just here to rant.

Rant over and out.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Five Turks, a bishop and a plastic spoon

My lovely best friend, Jude, last weekend married her beau in a lovely ceremony. I was lucky enough to be a part of it as a bridesmaid. It was great to see them so happy, especially Jude. She deserves happiness in love.



The wedding went off without a hitch, however the previous night was slightly more disasterous. I shall cut a long story short(er)...

Our plan to go out for dinner that evening did not work out as planned so we paid a visit to McDonalds at 11pm where we promptly locked the keys in the car. After recruiting the assistance of -

(a) the McDonalds staff, who were unable to give us a coathanger as it was McD's policy that no metal coathangers were allowed (one wonders why)
(b) two orderlies from Frankston Hospital who had just knocked off and looked as if they had been indulging in some morphine while they were on shift,
(c) Jude's father (who happens to be a bishop),
(d) the Night Owl attendee (who offered us a plastic spoon and a pair of nail scissors as tools to break in to the car),
(e) five young Turkish men who were increasing their testosterone levels by helping some stranded pregnant maidens (technically one matron and a maiden),
(f) and a lovely young man had just been ejected from a local nightclub and was off his chops but had decided to drown his sorrows at the McDonalds drive-thru -

we decided that smashing a window was the only option. You would think this task would be simple, however it took some time for Jude's sister to complete the task. We fell on our pillows after 2 a.m. Phew. And to top it all off Jude's delightful youngest child decided that 550 a.m. was an appropriate time to wake up for the day! AAAHHH!!! Nevertheless the lovely Jude made it down the aisle and looked amazing. Congratulations guys.