…because upon waking and surveying the Melia kingdom of websites, I saw that I was called a bleeding-heart female…

…for not allowing members of a site to call for the deaths of Muslims…

…because it infringed on these members’ right to Freedom of Speech.

I love politics. I love debating. I love being a part, even a small part, of creating and supporting change. I DO NOT LIKE BIGOTS AND ASSHOLES.

Especially on Monday mornings.

For the record, I fully support Freedom of Speech, unless it infringes on my ability to feed my kids.

Ahem.

Its Monday. The weekend is over, and I’m hoping that someday soon, weekends will be fun again. I think I’m over summer vacation, I’m over weird household dynamics and I’m especially over John Mayer. That’s another story, though.

So, speaking of this weekend, we did a fun experiment on the kids based on the fact that I am done fighting with them to get them to do things, play nicely, share, not tattle, etc. There was no TV for three days. No video games, no computer… the rule was “no screens.” The Twitches pretty much rolled with the punches on it, Talker had mood swings the entire time and Enigma just kept talking about robots. In those three days, I watched the kids do more things with each other than I have seen in a long time. They played… together. I forgot that siblings can do that. In the past few years, with school and work obligations and my own obsession with screens (well, my laptop), the TV really became a babysitter. Hell, I had to do something so I  get my own shit done, but it still wasn’t right. Much like the food issues we’ve encountered, the TV habit has to be broken. My TV habit, the one where I let them run amok, electronically.

Freedom pointed out that at one point, he gave one of the Twitches a snack, and she sat in front of the (turned off) TV and stared at it while eating her snack.

Fuck.

This shit is so wrong. So, so very wrong. For now, they are on a limited TV schedule and once school starts, it will be even less. I do wonder, with the Twitches, how much of their speech delay is because of the electronic babysitter. Mommy guilt sucks.

Oh, and a client dicked me over, hard. Fucker.

ON A HAPPY NOTE -

Well, I’ll come back to that. It can’t rain all the time.

This goes out to Sapphire… because she sucks.

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