Sometime I hear things

Not that it’s relevant to parenting, but does anyone else thing that the beginning of Gangnam Style sounds a bit like “open condom style?” Anyone? Okay, so it’s just me then. Moving on.


Yesterday my daughter’s daycare teacher put ponytails in her hair. My daughter is ecstatic. She loves her ponytails. I can understand why, she is over-the-top adorable with her little blonde ponytails bouncing above each ear.

The problem is, now my son wants ponytails too. Apparently we made too much of a deal over our little doll’s adorable do.

I have no issue at all with boys sporting ponytails. The problem lies in the fact that unless my son goes without a haircut for the next 9-11 months, his hair is not going to be long enough for a ponytail.

I had to listen to the boy mumble and complain all the way through breakfast, our morning routine, and drive to daycare about how he wants ponytails.

I wish I could tune him out.

I can’t.

I have excellent hearing and an inability to filter out unwanted noises. I hear the damn birds at the ass crack of dawn every morning. I hear the neighbour’s baby crying at night when we have our windows open (at least I did in our old neighbourhood.) I can hear the fridge fan kicking in right now.

Then again, my husband insists that he’s told me stuff that I have no recollection of hearing. I guess sometimes I hear things and sometimes I don’t.

In other news:

I found the missing cup with only a little milk left. It was much less disgusting than expected.



About dirtyrottenparenting

I'm a parent of two lovely (most of the time) children. I work full time out of the home and I don't cook well, bake, sew, or do crafty things. I keep my high heels and jewelry at my office because there's no point in having them at home.
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2 Responses to Sometime I hear things

  1. Kristen says:

    Hmmm…maybe compromise with spiky hair?

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