Kids and Swearing 2: The Taco Bell Sauce Analogy

Do you remember when we were talking about kids and swearing? I stumbled upon an analogy that worked well to explain some things to 1st-grader Edward. It requires the children to be familiar with Taco Bell, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. (It also helps that in our family there's a pretty clear correlation between increased age and increased liking of hot sauces.)

It started because he asked if he could use the f-word to say one funny thing, and I said no, he couldn't. (I first established that we were talking about "the one that rhymes with duck," because in the past there have been misunderstandings where I later discovered that, for example, "the s-word" was "stupid" or "snot.")

This led to a conversation where I was trying to discuss the difference between "mild" swears and "strong" swears---but also trying not to imply that strength (often a positive attribute) was necessarily positive in this case. It was when he asked what "mild" meant that I thought of the taco sauce he likes. So then it was a quick jump to the idea that although he likes one packet of mild sauce on a taco, it wouldn't be a good plan to use ten packets of fire sauce. And although fire sauce is "stronger" than mild sauce, that doesn't mean it's better, it means you need to be more careful with it and make sure it's what you want in that situation. And that someone might put mild sauce on tacos and nachos, and might work up to fire sauce with time and practice, but still not use any sauce at all on the cinnamon twists or in the strawberry slushie or on the table or in our eyes. And that using too much sauce, or putting the sauce in an inappropriate place, RUINS things.

This got across to him some concepts that I was having a little trouble getting across before: that just because it's okay to use something sometimes, doesn't mean you should use it constantly and in all situations; that the differences between levels of swears is a difference in intensity and danger; that just because something is okay in a mild form doesn't mean it's okay in a stronger form; that being allowed to use something doesn't mean you'll want to or that you SHOULD.

The Two Areas of Household Upkeep That Drive Me the Most Nuts

I have put my finger on the two areas of household upkeep that drive me the most nuts. This was quite a task, as there are so many to choose from, and of course there is the area of "Things I do that no one really notices, and then they carelessly mess it up again within seconds, making my life feel like a pointless wearying dismal struggle towards death," which is its own thing and too large to call "an area."

The first area is "Anything where I am the only one who does it, ever." The toilet springs to mind. Has anyone but me cleaned a toilet in this household in the last seventeen years? No.

It doesn't matter if it's FAIR or not. For example, Paul could very well feel the same way about me and lawn-mowing. Well, except that I HAVE mowed the lawn periodically. Let me think if I can think of some other example of something he ALWAYS does and I NEVER do. Well, I'm sure there are things, and what I mean is that it wouldn't even matter if he were doing a larger share of housework, or doing plenty of things I never do, I'm STILL crabby about tasks that are ALWAYS mine, as if unbreakably declared so by a deity thousands of years ago.

Nor does it matter if I could have asked someone else to do it, or could have trained the children to do it. If anything, those points make it worse: now it's not only my job to do it, it's my fault if I haven't explicitly told anyone that I don't want exclusive rights to cleaning the toilet. Must I do that for each individual task in life? "Hear ye, hear ye, I have NOT claimed all printer-refilling duties for this office!" "Attention, colleagues! I did not dibs the rights to inspect every empty coffee pot! Please feel free to sometimes make more coffee yourself!" What a waste of time. No, this is why we are already equipped with empathy and brains.

I'm NOT talking about areas where we've agreed that I should be the only one to handle something, such as the checkbook (DO NOT TOUCH IT, HISSSSSSSSS!!!). Or where we can agree it doesn't really NEED to be done but I would like it done anyway, and/or where the task affects only me. For example, if I'm the only one sorting books by how old I was when I first read them, or if I'm the only one who puts the socks in the drawer in color groups, or if I'm the only one who drinks the coffee, I think we can agree it's not right for me to demand everyone else follow/maintain my system. I can demand that they not SCREW UP my system, but I can't reasonably demand that they follow it, or that they agree with me that the pipes under the sink really need to be polished weekly and that we all need to work on that as a family. Which is why I used the toilet as the example: I think we can all agree that that is a non-optional task, and also that all household members are contributing to the necessity of the task-doing, as well as benefiting from the results. It doesn't matter if I'm the only one who cares if the toilet is clean: it still needs to be cleaned, and it's still everyone's responsibility.


The second area is "Anything that is left aside, apparently for me to handle, but without comment." An especially soiled item of clothing, left wordlessly on top of the washing machine. A bowl/pan that will need scrubbing, left wordlessly in the sink before someone leaves for work all day (i.e., so there is no room here for "Oh, it just needed to soak, and I was going to scrub it myself"). A throw rug that had a Dead Rodent Gift on it, left outside on the steps---presumably to be hosed off or disinfected or something? I don't know, but it's been sitting out there in the rain and sun for several days, because the fact of it being there has awakened a stubborn streak known as "Oh, did you expect ME to handle that? How ODD."

This is true EVEN WHEN a comment would have done nothing but result in an exasperated reply from me to just LEAVE it for me, I'M the expert in that, just let ME do it. YES, the end result is the same in regards to who will do the work. NO, the end results are not the same in regards to whose torment is being imagined.

And it is ESPECIALLY true if something is partially done, in a way that indicates that the person starting the task has a specific plan for dealing with the task but would like ME to carry out those plans. For example, if I had been the one to find the Dead Rodent Gift on a rug, I would have dealt with that problem in-house, using cleaning supplies well-suited to the task. If someone feels the task needs to be dealt with outdoors, then he or she may certainly do it that way. But it is a different story if someone drags the rug outside and then thinks they've done their share and it's up to me to complete it. Oh, I can keep stepping right over that rug, bub.

It's also especially true in cases where someone's wordlessness on the subject has left me at a distinct disadvantage. If someone had TOLD me about the very soiled item of clothing, I would have done an immediate vigorous pre-rinse, followed by a soak in a stain treatment. But now it's been 24 hours, and I am facing despair and failure because of someone else's PRESUMPTIOUS WORDLESSNESS.

The Kind of Happiness That Comes From Material Things

I took Edward to two birthday parties this weekend. It felt like it took THE WHOLE WEEKEND. I didn't do anything else the whole weekend except get a UTI and have the best doctor experience of my entire life: he wrote the prescription for enough to cover two treatments so I could use it next time without having to come in, and he said he only does the $500 lab work if there's some reason to believe it's not a totally routine UTI. So. That was a nice change.

Should we talk about how much I hate the new Blogger update (back in the editing/writing area---nothing visible up front here), even after giving myself time to get used to the change since I always initially resist change? No? Are you sure? I'm pretty sure it would be fascinating to hear me discuss at length how it both (1) hugely discourages people from using HTML and also (2) makes it hugely frustrating to do any editing without knowing/using HTML. ...Still no? Really? Well, okay. But if you ever want to talk, I'm here.

Look at my cute new casserole dish:

 

 

Can you tell how cute/wee it is? It's about 5"x5". I should have put something in the picture for scale. There are some kid magazines on the shelf below it, but that's insufficient. I got very frustrated because there's no measurement marking on the dish, and I was trying to find it online but could only find the 1.5-quart version, and I got quite worked up before realizing I could, like, put volume into the dish, and see how much volume that turned out to be. It holds 2 cups, so it's a .5-quart dish. Isn't that adorable? It was on clearance at Marshalls for $5. I'm going to use it at Thanksgiving when I bake the single sweet potato only my dad eats.

This is not an excellent photo (reflections + needs polish + busy background), but I can't believe I almost didn't see (and then almost didn't buy) this reading-mousie candlestick, considering how much I love it now. It was in a used furniture store for $5. That's his tail wrapping around and holding up his reading light.

Paul got me this book for Mother's Day. I was pretty thrilled, since I'd been agonizing over whether to buy it myself or wait until Christmas/birthday to get it. I commented on what a good idea it was to get something with "Mother" in the title for Mother's Day, and he was like, "Oh! Is that what it's called? I just remembered you liked that author and saw she had a new book out. Huh!"

Working With Children

Recently I've been putting unusual (for me) effort into finding activities to do with Henry beyond reading to him, coloring with him, and pretending to listen to blow-by-blow accounts of a pretend fight he had with a minotaur. He's my last child, and he's only got about a year and a quarter until he's in school all day with the other kids, so this is a stage of my life that's wrapping up. I feel like it took a big chunk of this school year to recover from the years of having three little kids at home most of the day, but now I'm ready to try a little harder.

One day we made our own set of Memory cards: we drew matching pictures on pairs, or used matching stickers. Then we played Memory.

One day we experimented with natural dyes: we thought about things that stain the worst (spaghetti sauce, grass), and tried to use those things to deliberately dye a couple of white handkerchiefs.

One day we tried dripping highly-food-colored water on (1) coffee filters, (2) paper towels, (3) newspaper, and (4) regular white paper, to see the different effects. We also tried a single drop of straight food coloring, to see how different that would be. We used a medicine dropper, a q-tip, and a paintbrush to put the colored water on the papers, to see how those were different.

One day we made peanut brittle and fudge, and noticed the effects of different temperatures and different ingredients.

One day we made collages from magazine pictures and wrapping paper, and then made cards for his preschool teachers.

And what I have learned from all this is that I can cross the whole "working with children" category off the Future Possible Jobs list. I hate it and it's exhausting.

Book Reports & Book Giveaway

Bridge of Sighs went well, thank goodness. It took me longer than usual to get into it (I think of Richard Russo books as having a lot of dry humor, but there wasn't any for the whole first slightly-dismal chunk of the book), and I never did feel like I understood the younger Louis's character or why Sarah chose him, and there were a few sections where I thought the author got a bit swept up in the beauty of his writing and let it take over, so that I was thinking, "Okay, yes, lovely writing, well done, now let's get back to the story" or "Is he deliberately writing a character who would actually speak/write this way, or has he forgotten that this is supposed to be a real person talking?" But overall, I liked it very much, there were many good parts, and I was happy with all the nice filling-in-the-gaps details (like where you first see something through one character's eyes, but then later you get more information that spins it a different way). I'd recommend it.

Then I read This is How: Proven Aid in Overcoming Shyness, Molestation, Fatness, Spinsterhood, Grief, Disease, Lushery, Decrepitude & More, and I liked it well enough to immediately put it on my wish list because I want to OWN it. It's like three decades of psychotherapy, condensed---and better yet, written by someone funny and awesome. There were parts I thought could have stood a little FLESHING OUT: like, in the chapter on sexual issues in a relationship, he tells an anecdote about a woman who didn't want to have sex with her husband, and it turned out that this was because he couldn't stand her and was contemplating suicide to get out of the marriage. Ah ha! Well! I think that's a lesson ANYONE could apply! And the only idea for breaking addictions seems to be to...stop doing them. While he says wayyyy more about it than that, and in fact that's one of the parts I found so mind-blowing, afterward I thought to myself, "Well...but then, if that doesn't work...?" (He covers that too, but it's like "If that doesn't work, maybe you can't.") Or, sometimes I felt like he thought that because something worked for his personality/temperament, it would be the same for everyone. But mostly not, and I've found his ideas very interesting and complicated to think about (the stand-out ones for me are his thoughts on Alcoholics Anonymous and suicide), and I suspect I'll be applying a number of them over the years.

And then I've just finished The Final Testament of the Holy Bible, which I thought was really fun to read, but it will make some people want to stoke up the woodstove. It's about the return of the Messiah, and how he's treated. (Hint: second verse, same as the first.) My main objection is that the new Messiah thinks everyone should have jealousy-free sex with anyone they want to. And of course the whole book is putting the author's opinions into God's mouth and/or pants, so you'd have to think ahead of time about whether you could handle that in a fiction book. My second objection is that the story is told from many points of view, and I thought the author had a lot of trouble making the women sound like women. What I thought was the good part was the neat science-fictiony stuff about someone who isn't a regular human, and the parts about how WOULD the Messiah behave, and what would he have to be like for people come to believe that it was him, and how would the rest of the world react to the situation, and so on. And maybe the women don't quite sound like women, but each of the various storytellers does a very good job telling his/her own story. And there's quite a bit of suspense, because you know it can't end well but you don't know in what direction it's going to go poorly.

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Let's do another book giveaway. I'll buy a copy of one of these three books for one randomly-selected commenter. You can still comment without being entered, if you want; if you want to enter, mention in your comment which book you'd want to win a copy of. I'll do the drawing on Thursday the 17th. [Edited to add: I guess it'll have to be U.S. shipping addresses only. I was planning to use my Amazon Prime to ship it for free, but I think that only works in the U.S.]

Update: The winner is Amanda!

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(Oh pardon. But if you want to enter a contest to win a $25 Amazon gift card, there's only one more day. Not even a full day. And I know I get very irritated to get a ton of "Just one more day!" and "HOURS LEFT!!" emails from a company, but this is not a company, this is Swistle, and I get no benefit from you entering except that it makes me feel happy when someone I KNOW wins a contest. And my boss hasn't even so much as suggested that I tell you about it, let alone required me to tell you about it, which makes me feel more like telling you about it. And so I'm telling you here, in case you don't read Milk and Cookies. Anyway here's the contest. You just leave a comment, any comment. And then maybe you get to spend the evening of Mother's Day choosing three paperbacks for yourself, or a hardcover and some MP3s, or some glow sticks or flax seed meal, I don't know what you like.)

The Ideal Birthday Party Invitation

The ideal birthday party invitation for a child's party would contain:

1. Name of child (with surname), and address of party location, and date of party, obvs.

2. Time of party---and this may seem like another for the "obvs" category, but I'm listing it on its own to specify start time AND end time because the two party invitations we got this week only have a start time.

3. It doesn't have to be a lengthy minute-by-minute thing, but a GIST of what is going to happen at the party. Whether it will be indoors or outdoors, so I can make decisions about sunscreen and tick repellent and outerwear. Whether food other than cake will be eaten, so I can make decisions about what to feed the child ahead of time. Whether it's one of those big family-reunion-type parties with a few school friends also invited, so no one is watching the kids because everyone's catching up and no one knows who belongs to whom, so I'll need to bring a book and stay. Plus, some of my kids are the anxious type, so this lets me prepare them a little ahead of time for how things are likely to go, and to review any safety/politeness rules that might be specific to the type of party.

4. For younger children, a line about whether parents should expect to stay or leave, or whether it's completely up to them.

5. The parents' names, especially if there's only a phone number for R.S.V.P.ing.

6. If there is ANYTHING WEIRD about the location, DETAILS about that. Especially for apartment complexes: parking instructions, which building to go to, which door to go in, which button to press to get buzzed in ("Hey, these are all surnames! None of them say 'Jonathan's apartment'!").

7. An email address for R.S.V.P.ing, I beg of you. I BEG OF YOU.