Parenting Schmarenting

So I started a job this week which now allows me to get away from home for about 9 hours a day for 5 days a week. Kind of nice and kind of cruel all at the same time. It's exhausting waking up at a decent time and not being able to do whatever you want to do on a daily basis. Sometimes I miss that. After being unemployed for 6 months because you're over qualified for positions in your bum fuck area of living you become used to your life. (If you know how to turn on a computer you're screwed around here. )

Lucky for me I found a great job that is up my alley, with decent pay for the area, and benefits from day one. Benefits are not something you see company's giving out here. I guess that is why most people are missing their teeth. Usually the most you get paid is minimum wage for your slave work. But I lucked out.

Anyways, I took my lunch break yesterday and drove down to the pizza place, that has everything delicious. I got a yummy steak and cheese sandwich. I have to say my favorite part of the sandwich was the fresh baked bread. MMMMMM. I love bread. I think I could survive on the following items on a daily basis if I could.... coffee, soda, bread, butter, cereal, oatmeal creme pies, and cigarettes. Yeah, I'm a real healthy person I know. Don't judge... you would live on it too if you could.

Well on my way back to work after picking up my lunch I spotted some great parenting skills. On the road in which I was driving (which is considered a major highway where I live) there was a mother and child. The child from a distance looked to be no older then 5 or 6. He was no taller than his mothers' hip. Which is about how tall Kayliegh is, so, this is how I decided how old he was. They were walking on the side of the road towards on coming traffic. The mother, which this the only good sense she had, was walking close to the road and her son was on the other side of her furthest from the road. But then he would speed up and fall behind her. Quite a few times I witnessed him reach for her hand to hold for security. Did this bitch hold his hand? NO! Every time he would reach for her hand she would smack his hand away. WHO DOES THIS?!?!

Now, we are a tourist area and get a lot of people from DC around here. So I'm thinking that bitch must of not been from around here. She had to be from a ghetto part of DC where parenting skills are taught to you from the homeless drunk high on crack guy on the street in his cardboard box. What I witnessed bothered me all day long...and obviously today it still bothers me.

Don't get me wrong, I don't always want my daughter attached to my hip and she drives me to the point of wanting to commit myself to a loony bin or walking into oncoming traffic sometimes (but never would because as much as I complain about my life I do love it). But never ever would I put her in dangers way. And if I was in this lady's position and felt that I HAD to walk where she was walking you better damn well be sure I would either be holding her hand or carrying her heavy ass. But there was plenty of room up in the grass for them to be walking on this rainy day. You never know when a car will skid on the rain and go out of control.

Some parents really urke me to the point of wanting to slap, punch, or kick some sense into their asses. Parenting is a gift not to be taken for granted. There are a lot of people out there who want children and can't. If you don't want your child and you can't be a good parent because you don't have common sense then allow someone else who wants and craves it to be.

Parenting obviously isn't easy and kids do drive you nuts but they also show you how strong you can be as a person in this crazy place we call life.