The cut-throat game of social broadcasting
Recently, I have been receiving some negative feedback about posting on social websites about subjects of a questionable appropriateness. Apparently, some feel that it's NOT okay to joke about female related topics like menstruation. Many people have also mentioned to me that it's not appropriate to tell funny stories about my children's feces. I understand that each person has their own set standard of living and doesn't like to step beyond that comfort zone. I no longer get the luxury of having a comfort zone. I have had no choice but to find humor in being a mom, a woman, and a human; with all of its good times, bad times, and disgustingly awful times. We poop, we pee, we sleep, we eat, we bleed, we cry, we laugh, we excel sometimes, and sometimes we SUCK BIG TIME. I know for certain that we all also can agree that we will never satisfy everyone at the same time. We may never satisfy some people any of the time! I find it amusing that words can cause so much anguish in people. I write about my life... that's all it is. If it aggravates anyone or offends anyone, perhaps my life isn't for that person to read. That's fine.. I find that I don't really feel comfortable in it most days either. hehe.
There are so many topics of conversation that people can't handle talking about; religion, sex, politics, violence, anger, disabilities, depression, death, mental health problems, bodily fluids and solids, poverty, digestion and indigestion, money, atypical challenges, devastation. These have all been or are a major part of my life in one way or another. To feel uncomfortable or offended in of any of those things.. is to feel some discomfort or offense taken by my life. I will NOT be defensive about it anymore. I won't make excuses. I won't apologize. I will try not to take offense of it either, though. I know that words is words and peoples... is peoples. :-)
My experiences with womanhood, motherhood, having a child with autism, special diets, struggling with depression and anxiety, overusing sarcasm, overcoming devastation, making goals, having dreams, being amused, ranting, raving, and so much more.
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Saturday, January 8, 2011
Shit Storms in MY Living Room
Shit Storms in MY Living Room... when poo takes flight
I placed my gift in the appropriate receptacle and continued to change the kids, of course, in a stupor of disbelief. Aidan had been constipated for quite some time and had remnants of what could have been a misplaced piece of crap in his diaper. The only thing I could think to do is CONGRATULATE my son for having the poop he couldn't have previously and to congratulate my son for having a solid poopy.. over and over. He may thing I'm nuts now.. IF he didn't before. Honestly, I am still baffled about this and probably will be forever and ever. I MOST DEFINITELY plan to share this story with the kids and ALL their friends in the future! :-D
The evening after the Fred Meyer fiasco, I go to change the kids for bed, and my daughter decides to throw something random at me. It bounces off me... and onto the floor. Its dark in the room, because it helps the kids prepare to sleep when the lights are all turned down a certain amount of time before getting ready for bed. I can't see what I am picking up very well and I'm confused, as it doesn't look like it could be one of their toys. As I take a closer look... I see that it is a nice firm (thankfully) piece of POOP!!
Im confused... HOW the HELL did my daughter find a big ole piece of SHIT to THROW AT MEEEEEEE!!!!!!????? idk.. what? omg.. what? <SOB> time for NITE NITES!! Most definitely. sheesh!
OK, so she wasn't throwing it AT me. As much as one would feel that was the case if shit came at one's face. I think she was trying to throw it TO me, but once again; how can I interpret shit being thrown TO ME? Surely it was thrown AT ME.. no matter what the intentions were in reality. Thank you, Jasmyn!! It's what Mommy has ALWAYS wanted!! I big ole piece of poop thrown at her! I was in dismay... shock... had NO IDEA how to react to this. I don't even know which it came from. They both had questionable to productive diapers recently. Aidan has been waddling for a while... and she's been making little poo pebbles... THIS poo was substantial, so I assume it's more than she can physically make in one movement...?
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