Learned my lesson

I decided to write about the circumcision debacle that was/is our life.  Yes, my life is defined by my child's foreskin. Is that strange?

Anyway, I'm going to be hearing about it for the rest of my freaking life! Apparently the anti-circumcision groups are very Internet friendly, and good for you guys! Way to make things happen.

So what did I learn from this? 

For starters, people have very strong feelings about foreskin!  I mean, wow, you'd think our ozone layer was made out of the stuff or something. 

Secondly, mostly women and gay men are concerned.  So either I have mostly women or gay men readers (or commenters) or the men just don't give a damn.  I think it may be a combination of the two.  Now, speaking for straight men, because we straight women LOVE to do that, they don't care as long as the penis works. If there is pleasure, ejaculation, and something to put it in, life is good. I think I just discovered the solution to male depression!

Thirdly, I'm a bit wishy washy. Of course I am.  The people calling me ignorant bastard are very convincing. I see that and think, wow, I really want to agree with them.  

Honestly though, in between the defensive lines, they make some good points.  I can see and appreciate their line of thinking and their opinion...sometimes.  Did it change mine, not so much.  Sorry folks, that's way I roll. It's a bit hard to convince me to change my opinion but I'm happy to hear yours and accept it. Good for you!

Fourthly, don't post something polemic if you can't take the heat for the remaining life of your blog. I swear, this will be the post that I'll receive a random comment in 2012 after I published my book 'How to be Obnoxious and Still Make Friends'.

So I'm going to lay myself out on the table. I just don't care. There are very few things in life that I feel are worth fighting tooth and nail over.  We can agree to disagree.  If I want to cut my leg off and live my life as a pirate, no matter how ridiculously fabulous that would be, it's my choice.  Then again, I would really be typecast-ed once my film career started.

Anyway, I just had to put out a random and nonsensical post. I've been trying to write but my email box keeps getting these notices. I'm getting virtually penis-ed to death!  It's very hard to focus on another topic, especially since I'm the most argumentative 'we can agree to disagree' person in the whole world. I can't help it. I'm competitive by nature. 

And there you have it. I'm a contradiction in terms.  I'm totally perfect and imperfect at the same time.  But scratch the perfect because there really isn't any of that in me. I think that's part of my charm.  That and my delusion of grandeur. 

Stay at home Mom vs Go to work Dad

It all started with one comment made by my husband.  I do believe he realized it too, right after he said it. 

It wasn't his fault really.  We had a rough start to a busy day.  For starters, we have a 1 yr old with diarrhea. That means that I was up most of the night with him and my husband got up early with him so that I could get some sleep.  Mom up at night + Dad up super early = two exhausted adults. 

I was kind of complaining about everything I have to do and how exhausted I am today.  Daniel, being the helpful and caring husband he is, told me not to worry. He knows I'll figure everything out and get plenty of time to sit on the couch. 

Seems innocent enough, doesn't it.  Not at that moment. At that moment he was saying that all I do is sit on my ass.  Funniest part is that he totally got that right after he finished saying couch. But the damage was done.

We went back and forth and he declared the fight open with the oh so famous words "And you don't think my job is hard?!"

Gloves were on and we were in our corners. The contest had started. Who has it worse? 

Sitting here in my unbiased thinking chair, neither one of us.  The grass is always greener.  I do think I have a bit more manual labor going on at my job, which I so classily pointed out by saying he's not a miner or anything.  He sits at a desk!  I'd kill to sit at a desk all day some days!

He does have a lot more pressure at his job. If I slack and feed the kids chips for dinner, no one is going to say anything to me.  Not that I'd tell anyone!  He has deadlines, meetings, politically correct conversations, dress shoes, and a boss.  Hmmmmm

Point being. This is a winless argument where everyone just ends up going on with their day feeling like crap.  It's hard for him because he's at work all day and doesn't really get to relax when he first gets home.  It's hard for me because I don't leave the house without children and can't relax until late evening. 

Eh, it is was it is.  I'd hate to have to spend the entire day away from my kids.  I know Daniel hates that too... Damn it.  There's a slight chance that I could be wrong here.  Let's just keep this our little secret.