Hot Pockets<\/a> that annoys the living fuck outa me everytime I see it. Picture this: Boy comes in and says “mom! coach wants us to eat a balanced meal before our first game!” and mom says “Oh? when’s your first game” and he says “now” and she says “oh” and grabs the hotpockets. blahblah, boy runs out, alone, hot pocket in hand.<\/p>\nCute, right? Can you see what, in that stupid little 30 second commercial pisses me off so bad? WHY IN HELL DOES THIS MOTHER NOT KNOW WHEN HER SONS FIRST (or any) BALL GAME IS? And why WHY is he running off alone without her? I spend, had have for the past 8 (EIGHT!) years, every night at the ball park may-june to assure that I’m there to watch every one of my kids games – and if there’s two playing at once, I wander back and forth between fields, and if they’re at two different fields\/cities, i make sure that they have *someone* there, gramma and papa, or auntie, or someone that they know to cheer them on. I have spent time working in the snack shack, I have helped sell more candy then i care to even think of, and the past two years I have kept the score books for not one, but TWO of the three teams – and will continue to do so when needed. Does this make me an outstanding mother? Maybe, maybe not. After all, I’ve avoided being put on the Board. heh. But it sure as hell makes me an *involved* mother who cares about what her kids are doing and who they’re doing it with. <\/p>\n
I do this for whatever sport they want to play, whatever things they want to do. I sit through choir concerts, through little bug programs, through band concerts and talent shows. I get them to practices and tryouts and make sure that they have what they need – even if i have to beg borrow or steal it. heh. JUST like my parents were with me – and STILL are with their grand children. They easily put in just as much time on benches that me and the sister do, still, and will continue to do so until they simply can’t do so any longer. I couldn’t have asked for better parents. I really couldn’t – even when they’re driving me up the wall, they sure done good by me, and more importantly to me in this role of “mom” – they do better then good by my kids.<\/p>\n
I think I’m a good mom. I’m far from a perfect mom – but I think i hold my own. And I think that if everyone out there at least tried to be involved, we’d have less inclination to scream about the family and how its fallen completely apart.<\/p>\n
So let’s rewrite that bloody commercial the way it *should* be.<\/p>\n
“Hey mom! coach says I need to eat something balanced before my first game!”
\n“got your hot pockets right here!”<\/p>\n
and if he must run out alone? mom calls out after<\/p>\n
“We’ll be right there, I just have to grab the camera! come on guys, let’s go watch your brother play!”<\/p>\n
See – easy.<\/p>\n
Stop expecting everyone else to parent your kids. You had them. Get your ass involved and raise them – no matter how many mommies or daddies there are!<\/p>\n
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and don’t even get me started on that stupid Wife Swap show and the uptight bitch who assumed her children were in danger and in the presense of a “sexual predator” because the wife she swapped with was gay. yes, she said that. then had the nerve to say “i’m sorry to be so forward.” she’s lucky she didn’t say that around me – rules or no rules I’da decked the cunt. And people wonder why I get all up in arms about holier then thou bullshit spouting fundamentalists christians. *Smirks* Heaven forbid she would have learned something, instead of berating the other woman. Unfortunately the lesbian woman learned something – that people really can be that fucking cruel. Bah. Stupid people piss me off.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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