Mean, Terrible, Awful. Mom.

Monday, January 31, 2005

Mattercard

A mattercard is what LF uses to board the buses and trains. It is your standard Metrocard (its a farecard used on the public transportation here in NYC) without any balance on it. Most times he is happy to just hold mine, but on some days he can be found digging for his mattercard before getting on the bus. On days like this I humor him, and swipe it backwards at the turnstile, telling him it's broken so he still walks under the bar. Other days I let him take mine out of the bus Metrocard reader and carry it in his zippered pocket. When I complain about living here, and talk about leaving, I never take into account how LF will handle the lack of mattercards. No mattercards, no trains, no buses. We'll become a family with a car again, and stuck at home when Skabby is out, because I never found a need for a license... I don't think he would miss it that much, but then again, maybe he will. The first time we moved away he was too young to remember all of the cool ways of getting around, and now I am not sure I want to take him away from it all before he learns to navigate it himself.

Saturday, January 29, 2005

So very strange...

Little Fascist gets many of his traits from me. Not that he looks like me, because I am forever hearing about how he looks like my sister, but quirks and things that make everyone comment on how odd he is. Sometimes his oddities even make me tell him how strange he is. Tonight, while waiting on Skabby to return from the video rental place, LF was playing with his newly cherished Woody doll. Stupiddog starts barking and LF shoves Woody under the covers then shouts "They're cannibals!" Even though I know he got that from Toy Story, I still can't get over that of all things to shout it's got to be cannibals. He definitely gets that bit of oddity from me.

Friday, January 28, 2005

Maybe we should call him Uncle Fun?

Uncle Fun? I don't know what to call him since "Uncle Dennis" seems to make Little Fascist quiver with fear. However, since the beloved Auntie moved, Uncle Dennis is our only remaining babysitter. Tonight being the first time in the history of our relationship that both me and Skabby have plans, but not together and WITHOUT Little Fascist, we are left in need of a sitter. Being the mean mommy that I am, I am going to go out and enjoy the company of other mean mommies while LF screams his four year old head off at home. I will do so with minimal guilt, and yet still answer the phone if he calls me. I am a mean mommy, but I don't want to be the meanest mommy.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Stepping Out!

I am a recovering blog lurker.


Spending tens of minutes a day reading blogs, I always thought that I would one day have one of my own. "What would I put in a blog that anyone could want to read?" The question was my focus, and not blogging itself. So I have now thrown open the blog door and stand here before you... I hope you brought yourself a gameboy, the entertainment may take a while to get going.