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Ah yes, The Birds & The Bees.
A talk most parents dread having with their children.
I am guilty.
I am one of those parents.
Last year when Zman, then just 10, had the Puberty Presentation at school, I sent his dad to join him.
For some reason I was uncomfortable discussing wet dreams and boners/erections, while listening to the chuckles and laughter from the peanut gallery of about 100 other 9, 10 and 11 year old boys.
Zman and his Dad (Sperm Donor #1) attended the presentation.
Zman received a bag containing a booklet, deodorant and I’m not quite sure what else.
That day was over and he never discussed it with me.
This brings us to yesterday.
The Drama Queen who is 9, attended the Puberty Presentation at school.
Alone.
She did not want anyone with her.
She refuses to talk about anything that was discussed in the video they watched or the pamphlets they received.
Or the fact that there was a huge diaper size maxi-pad in the bag with the deodorant she received.
For some reason, with her, it bothers me that the school presents this to the children at such a young age.
However, it didn’t bother me with Zman.
I don’t know if the thought of her going through puberty in the next few years bothers me or if I just feel that kids are learning about these things too soon in life.
To a point, I think it is both.
I had to go through the same presentation when I was her age but I didn’t go through puberty for another 3 years.
What are your thoughts?
Does your child’s school do a presentation with the kids? at what age? How do you feel about it?
How soon really is too soon??
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Thanks for your concern, I am happy to inform all that I am in fact alive.
Just been busy.
School.
Kids.
Baseball.
Soccer.
Broke down cars.
Unemployed father.
Messy house.
Piles of laundry.
Shopping.
Sleeping.
See what I mean.
Busy.
The last 2 weeks have flown by so fast I haven’t had time to do much.
Add a sick toddler to that mix of things and you have complete and utter chaos.
Mommy needs a vacation.
Now.
When does the plane leave?
Not soon enough!
I’m losing my mind.
My house is in shambles.
I’ve resorted to buying new clothing instead of doing laundry.
It’s getting kind of expensive.
I could have used that money for a plane ticket.
I could be sitting on a beach somewhere nice drinking an adult beverage with a pretty umbrella.
Instead, I am here.
In my filthy home.
Nursing aforementioned toddler back to health.
Entertaining him with signing and dancing bears, alligators and dogs just so I can write this.
Oh, and he may or may not be playing with money. Of the coin type. *Parenting Fail*
No, it’s not a fail…he’s working on his fine motor skills….
Really, he is.
He’s putting all of the money in the Guinness bank for me.
While singing and shaking his tush.
So, lets get back to my car problems.
We’ve been down to 1 car since October of last year.
My van decided it didn’t want to move anymore.
It sat in our garage until April of this year.
Then it sat in the driveway…until yesterday.
Now it’s sitting in my parents driveway, waiting for my dad to fix it.
Then, there’s my pretty red car.
The one that had the owie in February.
Last month, my dad put new front brake pads and rotors on it for me. *Thanks Papa Joseph*
Lately, I’ve been having some other issues with it.
Today, I took it to the shop to have it looked at.
My dad suspected that I had a hole in my brake line.
Turns out that wasn’t the case but that I needed a new wheel cylinder and rear brake shoes. *Those have been purchased and are in my car as we speak.
But that did not uncover the problem.
I know I have a leak somewhere.
And it’s not an oil leak.
My dad has now discovered I have a gas leak.
On the one car we own that is fully mobile.
Now my dear dad has more to do.
This has led me to the conclusion that I need to win the damn lottery tonight so I can buy a new car for the Hardworking Hubby and get myself a brand spanking new kickass minivan!
Wish me luck!
Look who turned 25 this past Sunday.
It’s the Hardworking Hubby celebrating with a fish bowl of vodka and other nom noms.
(And my BADASS 2012 Avitable calender)
