Jaded Jennifer

It’s been a long day. We walked about 5 miles all total, but I got my check cashed, cell phone back on, got my Mountain Dew and tomorrow is cigarettes day.

So on our walk we went down this alley and passed a car with a bunch of bumper stickers on it. Ok, maybe not a bunch but there were 5 or 6 of them. They were all about tolerance and being understanding of people’s religion, stuff like that.

Except for these two:

Now, I am in no way a feminist. But I AM a woman and I AM a person. So I admit I was quite offended by that first one. But then I read the second one and I decided that they were right, we should hunt each other, starting with whoever actually spent the money to buy that bumper sticker that says women aren’t people. Because, you know, I really think I could get away with killing the person in that car and my whole defense would consist of bringing these two bumper stickers in to court and showing them to the jury. I think the idiot is pretty much asking to get shot, don’t you?

So who wants to defend me?

Seriously, if I ever thought I was a bad mom before, that idea has gone right out the window over the last week or so.

It was about that time that these girls showed up in our backyard to play with my kids. The first two who showed up were 5 and 7 years old and they live about 2 blocks away. I absolutely cannot understand parents who let their children roam the neighborhood without having any idea where they’re at. Even with J.R., who is 16 years old, I always know where he is and if he goes somewhere different, he calls me and asks me if it’s ok first. I’d sure as hell never allow my kids to just wander around the neighborhood and go to stranger’s houses.

But these girls started playing over here in our backyard, and two other girls started coming over as well. I have no idea what their names are, don’t know anything about their parents and I’m not even positive which houses they live in. One day my kids came in wanting to know if they could go over to THEIR house and play in THEIR backyard and I gave them a resounding “Hell no!” Sorry, but for all I know their parents are cooking meth in the garage and having orgies in the living room. While that may sound like a fun Saturday night for some people, it’s certainly not an environment that I want my kids around.

I’ve been getting rather annoyed at them showing up at my backdoor promptly at 3:15pm, especially since my kids don’t usually get home until 3:45-4:00. And they don’t ever leave until I MAKE them leave, usually around 7pm. I have to wonder, don’t their parents make them dinner? Don’t they ever wonder where their children are?

Today I made them leave earlier than normal when I found my 3 youngest kids in the alley with them (where they’re NOT supposed to be) watching them try to fly a kite. Isn’t that an awesome idea? Send your kids out to an alley full of power lines to fly a kite.

But then about 15 minutes ago, one of them showed up at my backdoor again, wanting Mikaela to come out and play. Even worse, she was standing there talking to Mikaela and in her hand was a DEAD hamster. She stood there petting the dead hamster while she told Mikaela how their cat killed the hamster awhile ago and she had to bring it out of the backyard because it was freaking her sister out.

Because, you know, when a family pet dies, we all just toss it in the backyard, right?

I think I may have to start banning these kids from our yard.