Okay, this morning, when I read this article, I essentially felt a sense of hopelessness in this world, and all I can say right now is, “Heck, I’ve seen it all. I should just roll over and die now! It can’t get worse than this!”
“Stop. What are you ranting about?” You ask.
Well, this…THIS!!! Go ahead and read the article if you have the morbid fascination and the stomach for this sort of thing….
For the love of all that is dear to mankind, where the heck is this coming from?!?!?!?!?!?!?
I thought cuddly toys are just for little kids to snuggle with! The teddy-bear-lover in me feels violated when soft toys are incorporated into horror movies. It’s even worse when children become horror objects in these movies. That “Chucky’s Back” crap was the worst…or so I foolishly thought! Now this!
Already, I feel nervous that Debbie is taking her teddy-bear too seriously – talking to him all the time about her school, reading him her books and singing him her rhymes, and the worst yet, crying to him when she gets told off by one of us!! I HATE that!
And, can I just say, that I HATE, DETEST, and am totally and irrevocably repelled by Mr. BEAN! I mean, what is the deal with that jerk? People, please, please, for the sake of the mental stability of your children when they reach their 40s, don’t let them watch Mr.Bean…PLEASE!
That show is utter crap! All that nudity, innuendos, and the sheer stupidity and crassness of the man. And I am not even talking about the real show! I am talking about the animated series that is meant for little kids!!!And he has taught my daughter how to talk to her teddy bear.
You are probably now asking me, “Woman, why don’t you just turn off the television, and be done with it? Stop the whining already!” Well, I am working on it. I really am. I feel ashamed with myself for letting things get this far….You see, this show comes around Debbie’s dinner time, and she will not let one morsel of food get past her lips if she is not watching this crappy show. And after I deal with 30 minutes of copious tears, the worst case of 3-yr-old tantrums, and the highest pitched screaming in the world, I usually cave in, because I just don’t want my already skinny child to go to bed on an empty stomach….
So, this post, which started as a rant on cuddly toys with mental disorders has come down to a plea for help to all moms on the internet. Someone, please advice me on how I can wean my daughter off her soft toy (and her incessant thumb-sucking, while you’re at it!), and this stupid Mr.Bean animated series.
I’m waiting for your advice in the comments section. HELP, someone!
This is just a poem I read in one of those devotional cum motivational books. I can absolutely relate to what this mother has to say. It has an uncanny resemblance to any day of mine, too! Read on… It’s called:
Sister’s in the glue,
Kitty’s in the birdies cage
And I am in a stew!
Time for dad to come to lunch
Someone’s spilled the roses
Breakfast dishes still undone
The twins have drippy noses.
Junior has the stove apart
Dinner guests at eight.
Neighbours’ kids swoop in like flies
How can I concentrate?
Telephone keeps ringing wildly
Someone’s in the hall
Fido’s chewed the rug to bits
The preacher’s come to call!
Would mothers like to chuck their load?
They couldn’t stand the rap
Easy, mild existences
Would cause their nerves to snap!
Thank God I have just one child… and no pets,… yet! Still, I guess life wouldn’t be as beautiful without Debbie to make it interesting, joyful and, well, maddening! We enjoyed life before she came, but it’s only after her arrival that we find real joy in life. As someone once said, “Babies are such a nice way to start people”!