I think one of the most infuriating things about this sick week is that I’ve lost my momentum. I might not have had much, but I had some, and it’s buried under the sod for now. After all, Eurovision is so last week (laughs), and it was actually while brushing up on Azerbaijan that all this mega headpain drama started… kind of put me off of getting back to it (though I do have a few things bookmarked for when my head isn’t confusing itself for a drum).
Having said that, I did find one thing that I was bemused by this week on the BBC:
The Parental Spending Craze
You see pieces like this pop up every so often, and they always make me chuckle. I seriously cannot understand what people are blowing their money on. Oh sure, we bought a very nice pushchair for our daughter – we wanted something that is going to last at least one more kid. She’s got a crib, she’s got a changing table… and she’s got a couple of toys. C’est tout – no especially-for-baby nursery, no matching wardrobes and changing tables. She does not have designer clothing – she’s supposed to crawl and grow and explore, not be a dolly on the shelf! There are no monitors, no bottle warmers (not that she needs bottles anymore)… really, the changing table is the only piece of Freshman parenting kit we got, and our backs continue to thank us for that. 😉
I guess the reason I have trouble understanding these crazy numbers is because we’re not buying folk. The kidlette will likely never have a television in her bedroom, I don’t believe in pricey family vacations, or think that they should even be an annual thing – you try moving a dozen times as a kid and see if you like long car rides. 😉 I get part of it is that some parents want to be friends with their kids, and so want to keep them ‘happy’ by spending money… but to what purpose? Friendship with your children can wait until they’re adults – I have found that beforehand, it’s just encouraging a rather unhealthy relationship. *chuckles* Love, to me, is about helping the people around me reach to do their best, not leading ’em down a primrose path on a moving sidewalk; my kid’ll probably think I’m the Meanest Mom EVER… and I don’t mind that. I’ll be happy to see her become her own independent, well adjusted person in her own time – I won’t shove, but I’ll be happy to guide and give loving advice and (above all) time. Srsly folks – time trumps money, but then… I’m fond of cheerfully rejecting the class systems and wealth systems and all the putting down and pretending to be better than others it entails. Who cares?
Train of thought derailed – yessh! But that’s what happens when I’m writing this while wandering around the house and the garden, trying to make sure to not strain my pretty little head overly. I’ll be happy when I feel that I can put it back into proper gear, instead of mincing around, trying to formulate thoughts. I think the basic point is that I cannot understand mistaking money for love or attention, and that y’know… we should actually talk to each other instead of trying to compete in any way possible. But that’s just me. 🙂
Erm… brains! Hopefully something more cogent tomorrow. I suspect I’ll be thinking better then.