I love my kids, I just hate parenting
Last fall, in the aftermath of the most recent “deadliest shooting in U.S. history,” this time in Las Vegas, I Got Mad Online. Upset, angry, and frustrated at what happened keeps happening, I posted a variety of tweets, links, and images to social media.
In response to one such item – the Instagram image of an old tweet (meta!) that reads “NRA = No Rational Argument” – someone commented, “DadandBuried- Not a Real American.”
Cool.
Mom and Buried returns with a look at the epic Zelda-themed birthday party she threw for Detective Munch
Full disclosure: I hate Pinterest.
I find both the interface and 80% of the stuff on there super annoying. But when my kids’ birthdays roll around, I become a temporary Pinterest mom. This was especially true this year, when Detective Munch chose The Legend of Zelda as his theme. There are no Zelda party packs, so it was a challenge. But when all was said and done, it was fun to see him get excited about so much of the stuff he loves from the Nintendo game being incorporated into the party – even if I had no idea what the hell most of it is!
I thought I’d write a summary in case anyone wants some inspiration of their own or for those following me as I prepped on social (I’m on Instagram now! And Facebook! At long last! Move over, D&B, MAMA’S HOME!)
Last week, in the wake of President Trump’s 5000th example (“shithole”) of why he’s both the worst president of all time and one of the worst people on earth, I posted a few “political” posts on Facebook and Instagram.
Almost immediately, I got jumped on for violating a make-believe oath I never took about only using my accounts to provide an escape for strangers I’ll never meet.
Please allow me to not apologize.
I don’t care what people think of my parenting.
Let me clarify: I don’t care what people who aren’t in my family think of my parenting.
I appreciate everyone who reads my stuff, even the humorless prigs who think I’m the Worst Father On Earth because I make jokes online, but I am well aware that none of you see the full picture of my parenting. Your judgment, positive and negative, is both incomplete and invalid. You see what I want you to see.
That said, there’s one reaction I can’t stomach. And it’s not the one you think.
If you’re reading this and/or you follow me on social media (and if you don’t, WTF is your problem: here’s my Twitter and my Facebook), you probably know that I take great pleasure in exploiting my children in a desperate reach for fame (ha!) and fortune (*starts crying*).
If you follow me on Instagram (again: if not, what gives, jerk?), you’ve probably noticed that The Hammer has been dominating my timeline.
And I’m starting to feel guilty about overlooking his older brother.