Part Two of: My Crappy Parenting < Your Crappy Parenting
I'm standing by for the inevitable shitstorm this will create, but regardless:
Part II of: My Crappy Parenting < Your Crappy Parenting
I wish this were a followup to the first part, an update of where that story has gone, but sadly, all I can tell you is that the guy didn't show for court, a warrant was issued, but I don't think anyone's going to make a big fuss about finding him because it was a misdemeanor anyway.
No, this is a different parent I'm getting judgy about. But again I'll preface it by reminding you that I am, by all accounts, inadequate myself. However lacking I may be, there sometimes occurs crappy parenting that seeps over into my home that causes me to pause and reflect. THIS was just another one of those times.
After the first of the year I got around to taking down the Christmas decorations. The tree was last, as I dreaded dealing once again with the partially non-functioning lighted artificial tree that I'd sweet talked into lighting up after Thanksgiving. I grouched about it giving us ONE MORE YEAR but swore that this would be its final holiday as, while it did serve us proudly over the years, it's a little short for our ceilings and needs desperately to be replaced with a taller version. As I approached removing the decorations I prepped for organization. Ornaments get sorted by color, glitter ornaments alone in a zip lock bag to keep from fairy dusting everything else in the box, and a separate place for all the homemade ornaments that the kids have made and brought home from school.