Put a leash on her!

     I could say that I have one HUGE pet peeve about how other parents raise their children, but I'd be lying. I have this mindset that I know everything, and I'm always right. How I got this way, I have no idea. My husband certainly hasn't gotten the message yet and wouldn't dream of indulging the thought in me. As pet peeves and other parents go, I have many!


     Still, for this posts's purposes, we'll just say I have narrowed it down to one.


    Pet Peeve of the Day:  Child Safety Leashes Harnesses


     Leashes are for dogs, not children. A big pet peeve I have is with parents who put leashes on their children. I can understand if you have two year old triplets prone to wandering or if god-forbid you have 8 children you aren't currently using as a paycheck, but most parents I see using leashes -- I mean, child safety harnesses -- have a single child. They have somehow convinced themselves that their interest is in making it impossible for their child to be lost or kidnapped when in reality, they are simply too lazy to keep an eye on their child to prevent this from happening on their own. 


     I guess it boils down to one thing, though. Lazy parents bother me! Maybe a tad bit beyond a pet peeve. 

Have a parenting pet peeve to share?

I Could Learn Something from HIM??

This week I'm participating in Mama Kat's Writing Prompt. It's pretty much world famous, you know.

Anyway, I suppose there are a few things I could learn from the hubby. I don't like to dwell on them overmuch because in some weird way it makes me feel like I'm not right anymore-- and I'm always right! Right?! Still, I do admire the way he can punch the hell out of an air-filled bag and feel so much better. I mean, you'd think he'd gone skiing with Prince Valium on the Mountain of Insta-Therapy!


I tried it once, but all I got out of it was a set of prettily bruised knuckles (who doesn't love permanently wearing the colors blue, purple, and that drop-dead shade of faded green), and I was more pissed than before. Not to mention the explanation I had to give my 3 year old daughter.


"Why are you yelling, Momma?"


"Um..."  I got nothin.' How do you explain that to a 3 year old?


My hubby says I bruised because I wasn't hitting it correctly which is really code for: "Honey, you're just a wuss." I tell him I was just trying to stay fashionable all summer sporting these great new wearable colors.