6 Legit First World Problems

Do you ever become frustrated with your cell phone, or traffic, or running out of coffee creamer and then feel bad about yourself for fretting over ridiculous First World problems? I have too. But there are also real, legitimate reasons to burst into tears, throw your computer across the room, or drink away your misery (or all of the above). Listed below are some actual First World problems that I must overcome on a regular basis. How do I do it? With tenacity and incredible strength.

1. Autocorrect. It is bad enough that I kept hitting green lights the other day, which severely inhibited my texting abilities. But on top of that, stupid autocorrect about made me lose my damn mind. THREE TIMES my phone changed “ridiculously” to “rusty oil can.” WTF? Apple. Stop making our lives miserable.

2. Slippery pants and slippery computers. After I finally get my kids to sleep, I power up the laptop, ready for some hardcore blogging time. And the damn thing continuously slips down my legs. What am I supposed to do, NOT put up the reclining foot rest?! Like a cave person? Damn you, Old Navy satin sheen.

3. Kids movie DVDs. More often than not, Mommy is needing a break something fierce when a movie gets tossed in. The 87 previews to skip through are painful enough, but just as I finally walk away and think I am free, the kids call me back. I am not done. I have to choose between wide and full screen. WHY Disney? Why must it take 13 minutes to start a damn movie? You’re killing us. We don’t deserve this pain.

4. Stores that do not carry Cheddar Jack Cheezits. This is a thing, in real life, not a horror movie. Walmart and Target have BOTH stopped carrying Cheddar Jack Cheezits. If I am attempting to purchase nourishment for my hungry family at either of these establishments, we (actually I because I barely share them with the others) are subjected to regular Cheezits. There is nothing worse, I tell you. Nothing.

5. Having to reset ALL the clocks after losing power. Just when I think I’ve done them all: the microwave, the stove, my bedroom, my child’s bedroom… Just when I think I can breathe and sit down and relax after all of the button clicking, it dawns on me that I set that last one for a.m. and not p.m. ARE YOU F-ING KIDDING ME? I say, as I drag myself back upstairs to fix the correct time.

6. When no one else eats the crappy chips, so I have to. The worst part of having a husband who travels is that my plain-Dorito eater is gone. Usually I fish out all the good ones (similar to my strategy with finding all the cookie dough in the ice cream) and leave the plain. Once the bag is empty, we purchase another. Without him here, I am left with either tossing a 1/3 of a bag of chips, trying to pawn them off on the kids, or eating them myself at 11 p.m. It makes me die a little inside every time.

What have I done to deserve such unbearable challenges? I honestly don’t know. But that which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? And stronger I am, for surviving and overcoming these obstacles. I feel that nothing can stand in my way now. First-world problems, you won’t knock me down! And if you do, I will get back up in my pink slippery pajama pants and keep on going.

We want to tell our kids that bad guys only exist in movies and books. But that's not the truth. When your kids ask you if bad guys are real, what will you say?“Mom, are bad guys real?” asked my son, who was 4 years old at the time.

“Of course not,” I was ready to say. “Bad guys are only in the movies.”

But that’s not what I said. I paused, as we mothers often do when we don’t know how to answer our kids. I ummmed and coughed and weeeeellled as long as I could. How was I to answer this question?

We’ve chosen to expose our kids to some movies with bad guys — Darth Vader, Ursula, Scar. Hell, there’s even an “evil pony” in My Little Ponies. And if we see a look of fear in their faces, we always tell them the same thing: “The good guys always win.” And in kids’ movies, they do.

But we are raising our babies in real life. In a world where bad guys are real. Columbine was real. ISIS is real. Newtown. Newtown was real.

Like many parents, we often flounder and fear that we aren’t doing or saying the right thing. How much is too much information for their still developing little brains? We don’t want to terrify them unnecessarily, but it is our job to teach them about safety. In our house, we have decided to walk the tightrope—expose them gently to the truths of the world outside, while trying to help them maintain an optimistic view from their childhood eyes.

So, here I was. On that tightrope, teetering between a complete lie: “Nope! Bad guys are all pretend!” and blatant honesty: “Yes. A bad guy can be anywhere.” I stuck out my arms for balance and went with, “There are some people who are sick, or mean, or sad, and sometimes they do bad things.”

I waited for his response, hearing the thud… thud… thud… of my heartbeat.

“Well, are super heroes real?”

Shit. Round two.

“Ummmm…Batman and Superman are characters in movies and books. But there are heroes in real life, like police officers and firefighters, your teachers, and even your mommy and daddy. Lots of people are heroes. You could be a hero. You just need to be brave and do the right thing.”

Okay, I think I fielded that one pretty well. But I was not ready for what came next.

“What if a bad guy tries to get me and a super hero doesn’t come in time?”

Thankfully we were in the car and my son was two rows away from me in my bus of a mini-van. Thankfully he couldn’t see the tears in my eyes, and he couldn’t sense the strain in my voice, as I forced out the words, “Then you’ll need to be brave. But try not to worry, buddy, about that. You’re safe with Mommy and Daddy and you’re safe at school.”

Because good guys always win, right? He’s safe, right? For a brief time recently, I didn’t know if he was. We received an email and phone call from our elementary school principal that their school was on lockdown. There had been “police activity” in the area, and the school officials felt it prudent to close and lock all doors to ensure the children’s safety. Stories swirled around the neighborhood of a shooting and a gunman at large. I tried to breathe and pray and believe that my little boy was safe. That there were no bad guys and that if one did come near my baby, a superhero would be there to save the day, because I wasn’t able to. I was at home, on lockdown in my own house, with my other babies, waiting. After about an hour, the news reported that it had been a false alarm, everyone was safe, and no gunman was running the streets shooting at people. We all let out a breath, picked up our kids, and hugged them extra tight on the way home. He’s safe, I said to myself. There are no bad guys. Today.

Since that conversation, and since this unnerving event in our community, I continue to walk that tightrope, every day, trying to expose my kids to some truths to keep them safe (“Don’t talk to strangers… No one touches your privates…”) but also shielding them from others. I tell them they are safe at school and when they are with Mom and Dad. Does that mean a bad guy can’t get us? No, but just let one of them try and then he’ll see some real superheroes in action.

This post was originally published on Mom Babble.

Atrocious. This mom does not wear yoga pants. Blasphemy!

Atrocious.

The following is a letter sent out to residents of Happy Valley, a suburban subdivision located in Yourtown, via their Home Owner’s Association.

Dear Fellow Happy Valley Residents,

It has come to my attention, and thus I must warn you, of an unsettling development here in Happy Valley. It is my duty, and my pleasure, as your Happy Valley HOA president, to inform you of any wrong-doing in our safe and pleasant neighborhood. (It also makes me feel special and important.)

The Smithjohnsons, a family who recently moved onto Holly Tree Lane, is causing a stir as Mrs. Smithjohnson, a stay-at-home mom, is not following proper Happy Valley protocol and has exhibited bizarre, inexplicable behavior. This woman has been allegedly spotted around town, running errands, buying groceries, and picking her children up from school in what we deem to be indecent attire for SAHMs. Mrs. Smithjohnson has been wearing jeans and t-shirts in public. There was one particularly alarming report of her wearing a dress to the library. When confronted about her dress code violations, she responded that she does not even own one single pair of yoga pants. Apparently nary a Lululemon item dons her closet!

Furthermore, it has been reported to me (and I thank those of you diligent Happy Valley vigilantes who are out there, keeping our streets clean and our kids safe) that Mrs. Smithjohnson recently purchased boxed macaroni and cheese for her children and, in her cart, there was neither kale nor anything made from coconuts.

Friends, we must band together to evict the Smithjohnsons. This woman is an abomination to our serene, gluten-free community. If she is able to move in here, in her non-workout attire and pump her family full of toxins, how will this devilish behavior impact the rest of us? The poor Happy Valley moms of Momcircle met last week, and she attempted to join wearing jean capri pants and brandishing a cup of Cheetos for her child. Melanie McMasterson, Momcircle leader, was unable to prevent the mayhem that ensued. Mothers were aghast and children were terrified of this crazed lunatic, who is clearly lacking in proper motherhood etiquette and values.

Please, I implore you, fellow Happy Valley residents, to sign this petition to forcibly remove this abominable family from Holly Tree Lane, and from our neighborhood forever.

 

Sincerely Yours,

Blair Brombly, Happy Valley HOA President

This post was originally published on MockMom.