Well, as I'm sure you are all experiencing, the holidays are entering the sh*tstorm, clusterf*ck stage. It IS the most wonderful time of year...if you have good drugs. If not, you have to settle for Kahlua in your coffee before 10am and one extra Kava Kava pill than you're supposed to take (especially with red wine).
I sense my new year's resolution coming on, it has something to do with fermented liquids.
I'll put that out of my mind for now, it's too depressing.
I'm debating a Christmas gift for my darling son. For two years in a row, he has asked for a Nintendo DS (you know, those little handheld deals that suck kids in to a vortex of unreality as their brain turns to oatmeal). For these two years, Santa has conveniently forgotten about the request and has instead the DS with a drum set (holy mistake), an entire Playmobil village (guess who gets to assemble that sh*t), interactive robot books, swords, cap guns, etc.
So, do I get him the DS that he's been waiting for (he is only 6, but very technologically advanced, his 8-year-old sister could care less about electronics) or stave him off because of my personal belief that these devices mark the beginning of the end of civilization?
And, if I don't get the DS, should I get him a Swiss Army Knife (he's wanted one since he could talk in sentences).
Help? I hope your holidays are not filled with such wrangling (and yes, petty) musings.
This is a darkly humorous bit about life as a rural mother and freelance writer in Western Massachusetts. Little Appalachia, if you will. The title, I feel, clearly reflects how life is coming at me like an overloaded freight train, and my own ridiculous response to it. Me VERSUS all; teenage children, people who want me to work for free, conservative government, food karma, weird menfolk. You'll either laugh, shrug your shoulders, or call DSS immediately. Happy reading.
Oh baby! The clusterf*ck, so true so true. Sheesh. Well, I have no advice on the DS, none, I may be giving my 12 year old 1/2 brother a blender, so not the one to talk to about gifts they want desperately. My kid is getting very little, and no electronics from us, but something from Grandma/Santa. I don't know, it's all so messed up. Do you traumatize them by not getting them what they want or by letting them stab themselves or others and adding more people to the trauma. Rotted brain is winning this argument. But you have to stand up for what you believe in as a parent. Sigh. No better huh? Good luck and Merry Christmas! At least it'll all be over in a few days. Phew!
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