Funny thing happened in my office the other day. I work with all Gen-Xers, and although I am technically a millennial, I do not associate myself with that title nor do I believe it applies to me. I am 31, born in the middle of the eighties. I grew up in the 90s when technology was just starting to take off. I think I have a great mix of both, but I digress. There is one millennial in my office, Sweet baby at 22 years old. So we were talking about participation awards and how us as parents do not agree with them. Mine and a co-workers kids received them at a recent award ceremony for church and we took them away (yes we’re that mean). Anyway, back to the funny part. We were gathered for a meeting and I had to run to my car, there in between the seats I found my child’s confiscated participation ribbon. Heading back into the office I hand it to my younger co-worker and said “Here you go, I’m sure you have lots of these!”. At first she was happy until the rest of us busted out laughing, and then in true millennial style she got up and said “You guys are mean, i’m leaving”. I told her she should check out the Office of Compassionate Use…She could use the medicine!
Today is the day of birth for a very special person! He is more than just a boss, he is an amazing human being and we all love him! Happy Birthday Brendan! Betta call Sarasota Animal Control to clear up those pesky old man armadillos!
This years new craze is all about eyebrows. Perfect eyebrows aren’t too thin or too thick, aren’t bushy, are well defined and are colored in with jut the right amount of eyebrow pencil. Really though, who has time for that? Modern women work, have kids, work out, Clean up Raccoon Poop from the attic, volunteer, etc. We’re up and out the door by 7am to get the kids dropped off and be at the office by 8. I’m lucky if I have time to put on some eyeliner, let alone brush, outline, and fill in my eyebrows. Ain’t nobody got time for that!
Today at work the discussion revolved around food. Cooking it, eating it, was it healthy, are certain foods killing us? As a fat kid at heart, food is life. I am personally addicted to tacos and have no shame. As I am getting older however, foods are starting to not like me as much as I like them. I am starting to realize I may have to cut some stuff out, as well as I read an article that their may actually be Rat Poop in processed food!.
Sugar is my best friend, my husband frequently asks me if I want some coffee with my sugar. I am not ignorant to the fact that cutting down on this one ingredient could greatly increase my quality of life, but as a normal american with an IDGAF attitude I continue to ignore it. I guess I’ll keep on keeping on in my stubborn ways until i’m forced to stop. ‘Merica!
Back when my kids were toddlers I read a status update on social media that simply said ” I don’t negotiate with terrorists”. Since that day this has been my motto when it comes to parenting. All children are in fact little terrorists, they whine, throw fits, hit, bite, and scream just to get their way. Before I installed this matter of thinking my house was crazy. My children are only 16 months apart which meant two toddlers. As a young mom, and professional raccoon removal tech, I had no idea what I was doing and I would try everything just to make them stop screaming.
Now my children are a bit older, approaching the pre-teen stage, and I have my Medical Marijuana Florida Card. All they do is push my buttons to test their limits and argue with each other. With my no negotiation strategy they have learned that no means no and if they argue with me it’s only going to get them grounded in some way.
This tactic does take some time to establish and get use to. Your kids will scream, they will remove themselves from time out, they will fight back as hard as their little selves can. The best thing to remember is that you are the parent. You are in control of the situation, not them. They are a tiny person that completely relies on you to survive, you have all the power. Use it.