Spinoff from SAHMs in sweats
Ok, Adrianne has taken a lot of heat around here. A lot. Thanks for sticking around, Adrianne. A lesser woman would have fled. You've got some heuvos, girl. I was checking out the discourse between Tracy M and Adrianne over at Dandelion Mama (seriously you guys, check it out. I'm too lazy to post a link, just click on the sidebar, and dig through the August archives. It's Tracy's very first post.) There has been a lot of talk about how young Adrianne is, and she said something on Tracy's blog about how her opinion shouldn't be less respected just because she is 22. Hmm. She might be right about that. But then again, she might not. My older sisters read this blog occasionally, and the oldest one, a fantastic pillar of the faith who has definitely been through some serious motherhood battles, says that she just has to laugh at all of us young moms, twiddling about this and that. "Just live a little bit longer, and you'll get it!" she says. My visiting teacher said the same thing. I ranted and raved about some catastrophic mess that befell my house because Jacob is 3, and she said, "I've got a mop and some cleaning supplies. Those problems, I can fix. Little kids, little problems. Big kids, big problems." And her accounts of trying to curtail her teenager's underage drinking and drug use shut me up real fast. I'll take fingerpainting with poop any day over substance abuse, thank you very much. So should we dismiss our problems because we are young? Does being young really mean that we don't know anything? We are all dumb and naive at some point in our lives (some longer than others, to be sure), but that's something that usually, we can't really help. It's not Adrianne's fault she's 22. Now, of course, if young people have stupid ideas, just because they're young, does that mean we should talk them out of them, or should we just wait until they're old? Should we try to educate each other, or just let each other learn as we go, and hope nobody has to go the hospital because of anything too stupid along the way? And don't hesitate to comment because you're young. Or old. Or crazy. We take everything except spam. Just don't call anybody a JackAss. With that, dear friends, I'm going to bed. Finally. In my sweats. Which are still dirty.