Saturday, April 11, 2015

Daylight and diapers

Again, with the preference for the instant gratification of being on crackbook and the feedback I get over there.

It's been a crazy few months with taking care of my dad, then him being tired of being here and going to my sister's house. Dealing with him is more exhausting than dealing with a toddler. At least with a toddler, you can redirect and reframe things. With an elderly adult having dementia, Plus he helped install the buttons, she he can find them easier than the kids do. Mad props to anyone who works with elderly, or has a caretaker role of the kind.

The ability to breathe again has made me realize that I was whiny when I didn't want to take the kids to the store with me. I still prefer to go alone, but I don't bemoan schlepping kids as much - except when my 5 year old has been on Spring Break and not having a big enough outlet to expend energy. Taking her with me added about 45 minutes to the journey, and prompted me to get cranky.

And in my cloth diapering adventures, a product I use broke. I contacted the company about replacing it under their warranty, and was asked about using a new product. I'm certainly amenable to beta testing things. If the product can withstand my brute force crew, and our distinct lack of dainty-floweredness, then I will gladly talk about it. I have been tossing around the idea of creating another blog page specifically for product reviews anyway.

I recently posted a picture on Facebook of my drying rack full of diapers sunbleaching in the front of my house which faces West and gets more hours of sunlight than my well-shaded back yard. It apparently created an uproar with a neighbor. If you're a reader of my blog, you know I did not give a rip that this person took issue with it. It just means the connection with that individual got relegated to the next concentric circle away from the center of my people. I value experiences and insight from those around me. What I do NOT value is condescending opinion of how I should be doing things in my household, or opinions from others who do not take active part in my day to day living. I value people who are heart-in and hands-on with regards to our friendship. The fact that I have a better friendship with some people online elsewhere who I've never met, than I have with some of the people geographically nearest me is sad. It's not for my lack of trying. I do try to make person-to-person connection with people. The problems start with my shooting from the hip, but to put it nicely, I am authentic. Then it continues with my hybrid traditional/modern approach, because some people can not handle a blend when they want all one way or another. In short, I am too weird to be normal, but too normal to be truly weird.

I am comfortable in my own skin, and have been able to discern people fairly quickly in their motives and what kind of behavior I expect from them. I do my version of me really well, and that is what draws the kind of people to me who appreciate it. The ones who don't usually end up looking foolish in the end anyway by their own actions.


Mrs. A. said...

How ridiculous someone did not appreciate your commitment to the environment! Nothing like line-dried anything, nature's disinfectant and deodorizer.

Feisty Irish Wench said...

ohh...Mrs A, it went further. A week and a half later, I posted a rant about the people in my 'hood who feed the geese causing the migratory birds to stay put instead, and they then wander into my yard and leave piles of poop where we walk. The neighbor took exception to my complaint, my friends replied, I lobbed a verbal mortar because I was tired of being criticized, and the neighbor decided to discontinue our crackbook connection. There are deeper issues at play, and I don't have energy to delve into it. My circus has enough chaotic monkeys all its own. I can't take on someone else's primates.

Mrs. A. said...

I need a "like" button for your reply, alas, this is not crackbook, for which I am on another hiatus. I discontinued comments for my own blog. One of my quotes is of Della Reese, who states she has enough trouble with what is running through her own mind, let alone someone else's. That is my present state of mind, the less content of other primates, the better. LOL