I am so tired of the cold. Am done with winter. Bring on the fucking groundhog, I say. I'd love to be noble and not bitch about it, but hello, why do I blog if not to bitch extemporaneously? That there is your 75 cent word for the day.
Right now I am sitting on my bed, covers pulled up over my lap, (have I mentioned how much I love having a laptop and wifi? Ask me how much. More than that, even.) The space heater is running on the other side of the room, that's how cold it is. My bedroom is on the back of the house, which is the north side, so it doesn't get sun during the day. Its chill-ay. The boy's rooms are both on the front of the house, basking in sunlight and warmth all day, which carries over into the evening. Will's room is the warmest, but Drew's is over the garage so it gets pretty chilly in there, too, despite the sun. Which is probably why he takes twenty minute-long hot showers right before wrapping up in fleecy jammies, socks AND his fleecy robe and snuggling down under the covers to sleep.
Anyway. We are so busy with work, its nutty. I haven't had time to catch up on blogs much, or comment, or for that matter, as you can see, post something coherent. I did read a little more of the craziness that was Melissa's appearance on Today Show, but I stopped because the more I read about it the angrier I get. She's right - why is this a big deal? Why did this conversation even start? Because we're women, we're not to be trusted with our own decisions about whether or not its appropriate to drink, and when. Ultimately, these are the same people who want to tell me whether or not I should be allowed to spank my children if I feel its appropriate. Or whether or not I have the right to decide to have an abortion. I'm sure some people think that's a pretty big leap I just made there, but its not. Its not a big leap at all. Its just a little, tiny skip. Down a slippery slope.
I probably made some folks mad with my post the other day about where I stand. I was pretty angry about the whole thing when I wrote it. Its not really that I believe that someone who thinks its not right to drink in front of their kids has a rod up their ass. Its that I believe that someone who thinks I shouldn't drink in front of MY kids has a rod up their ass. I don't really care what someone does or doesn't do in front of their own kids. That's the whole point - its your decision, and they're your kids. Do what works best for you, and screw the rest of us who might not agree. But leave me and my family out of your own personal decisions. Its just like the abortion issue. If you think abortion is wrong, then don't get one. Its that simple. Your body, your choice. You have the right to think its wrong. But that doesn't give anyone the right to decide what's wrong, or right, for me.
I'm not here to judge a mom who thinks having a glass of wine in front of the kids is a bad idea. We can even be friends! Although, I'm probably not inviting her over to to my neighborhood on a Friday afternoon (when its warm enough) for mommy happy hour while the kids ride their bikes around the culdesac and we share mail order catalogs.