by sassy chick ~ Hi. My name is sassychick and I am a foxnews.comaholic.
With the exception of photo chick, I know of no other person on the planet that has to go on a foxnews.com detox program. That’s correct folks. Ill see your beer and drugs and raise you my 24 hour non-stop, heart pounding, mud slingin’, paris hilton is what’s wrong with the world - news addiction. There is nothing better and apparently in the end, based on my mental health, nothing worse. I know its going to bring nothing but disappointment, but the idea that the yellow breaking news bar might be scrolling across the top of the webpage makes me want to literally scream at my coworkers…for the sake of humanity…talk faster…don’t you know there might be pressing news that I have to be privy to or the world might possibly stop rotating. Seriously people, I mean seriously.
I have figured out, through my lightening fast deduction, that constant obsession with having to know what’s going on in the world leads you down pretty much one path…. frustration building up to irritation rising to a level of insane rage taking you back down to the town of depression. Doesn’t help to know said fact. Still I read. Still I obsess. Still I leave feeling a little more worried about humanity.
And now I'm mad. I really do get that the world is not about me, its' not. But isn’t it within reason that it is in fact, all about my children? Ok, well minus the reason. I reserve the right to believe that the world revolves around them, Im a mother. Don’t judge me.
To think my husband and I have to actually teach them everything they need to know to make it in this world is slightly, and by slightly I mean enormously, overwhelming. I have learned one simple thing from the news. There are a lot of insane people out there. And these insane people, apparently, teach school, run daycares, coach little league, volunteer with boy scouts, etc. So here’s to the good ‘ole days. They are long gone.
I’m not that old, some may argue that point, but I'm not and I don’t remember having to worry about sexual offenders, kids blowing up the school, or strawberry flavored meth, or meth period for that matter.
You know I actually caught myself trying to make a deal with my 7 year old. If mommy buys you whatever you want, you agree to stay here with me and dad forever.
He agreed.
Something tells me he’s not going to keep his promise.