Races and Violence
Monday, November 17, 2008 by Amy
Riley and Avery had their last race yesterday. Riley had to run almost 1/2 mile. She looked like she was dead by the time she crossed the finish line. What can I say, the child is built for power, not for speed. Take her on a five-mile mountainous hike and she's perfectly fine. Ask her to run 1/2 mile and she just about kills herself. I was kind of freaking out because the last race was on a track, but this one was at a park, so they made a course for the kids to run that took them out of view. And parents weren't allowed to run with them. I mean, they had officials lead the way and work caboose, but still. Riley was out of my sight for several minutes in a park with several hundred people there for the event, without the supervision of someone I trusted. But they each got their ribbons and their trophies and are happy.
To cut to the chase, I've put the parental controls on our television. And not for a child, but for my husband. How ridiculous is that? He can watch whatever he wants after the girls go to bed. But when I go to school, the parental controls go on. I don't feel bad about it at all. I've given him every opportunity to refrain from watching horror films and slasher flicks while the children are around, and he has failed. So, sucks to be him. I really wish that he wouldn't watch those movies either. I think they make him very apathetic. He is the epitome of apathy. When the girls go to bed at 8-ish and he stays up until 4 or 5 am, there is no reason to believe that in that 8 hours he can't watch enough TV. Oh turds, I just remembered that he can still watch his violent DVDs. Hmmm, how to remedy that? (Isn't it sad that I can't trust my husband to not watch violent movies in front of the kids!) Perhaps any violent DVD he watches, I'll sell it and put it in a fund for the girls' future psychiatry fund. Or bail money.
The impetus for this action is as follows (this is what I came home to school to last week):
And now some gratuitously cute pictures to balance it out a bit:
To cut to the chase, I've put the parental controls on our television. And not for a child, but for my husband. How ridiculous is that? He can watch whatever he wants after the girls go to bed. But when I go to school, the parental controls go on. I don't feel bad about it at all. I've given him every opportunity to refrain from watching horror films and slasher flicks while the children are around, and he has failed. So, sucks to be him. I really wish that he wouldn't watch those movies either. I think they make him very apathetic. He is the epitome of apathy. When the girls go to bed at 8-ish and he stays up until 4 or 5 am, there is no reason to believe that in that 8 hours he can't watch enough TV. Oh turds, I just remembered that he can still watch his violent DVDs. Hmmm, how to remedy that? (Isn't it sad that I can't trust my husband to not watch violent movies in front of the kids!) Perhaps any violent DVD he watches, I'll sell it and put it in a fund for the girls' future psychiatry fund. Or bail money.
The impetus for this action is as follows (this is what I came home to school to last week):
And now some gratuitously cute pictures to balance it out a bit:
