This story about a woman who called her children “dull” was on TV last week and is enjoying another fifteen mintues of fame in the blogs.
Yes, raising kids can be incredibly mindnumbing. I hate playing Candyland. I hate the swim club. I hate the fact that the kids have no solid opinions on Lamont and Lieberman. I’m totally burnt out by the end of the day. I watch the clock until Steve finally walks in the door. When he walks in the door, I give him some quick instructions about the kids and make gesters to the luke warm pots of food on the stove and close the door to the office.
But you have to have an enormous stick up your ass to not have some fun with the kids, too.
Loving the commentary at Family Scholars, Alasablog, and Pandagon.
Apt. 11d 
Do Warner, Flannigan, Hirschman and this woman all have a club where they discuss how to add yet another battle to the motherhood wars ? Why are they all convinced they are so right ?
Sometimes mothering is so boring my brain bleeds. The same can be said with my paid work. Or the many of the lectures I was forced to listen to during school. Life is boring sometimes. Why should parenting be any different ? But there are also times it is extremely interesting and gratifying. I think being a grown-up means being able to deal with both times and try to find balance. And not be dismissive of people who find balance in a different way than you do.
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Totally.
I didn’t link to this story when I first heard it, because it was so obviously another attempt by the media to tap into the mommy wars. But when these other bloggers all got into the frey, I thought I would pass on the links. I think that some of the attempts to make this into a political issue are dumb (ie. they just want to make all women into mommy drones), but I let it go.
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The first dawning of political opinion in my kids was when we were parking by a friend’s house and they asked about the Kerry sign in front, and then they asked why didn’t we have a sign? And I said, well, Daddy is for Bush and Mommy is for Kerry, so we’re not putting up a sign.
And then we had five minutes of Kid #1 yelling ‘Yay George W Bush!!’ and kid #2 yelling ‘Yay John Kerry!!’ from, as near as I could tell, no substantive views on WHY but urge for fraternal dispute. It was a moment. (Kid # 1 altered his views a few days later when his elementary school took a poll of the kids which came out 75-25 for Kerry, the views of his peers were clearly more important than the views of his dad…)
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Tales From the Shooting Gallery, AKA Northern Israel
Much of what she put in this post, Lisa recounted colorfully at a recent blogger triumverate dinner — me, her and Michael Totten. As she spun her tales, Michael and I both said, almost in stereo, “You ARE going to…
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