Sigh. Yes, you read that right, no juice boxes. We have straw-top sippy cups. Still age-appropriate, but not nearly as wasteful. That's not to say we never have juice boxes, but as a matter of something to drink when we're playing at home/outside/where we can bring our own stuff, we bring straw sippy cups. Mostly spill-proof, thermal, and not that I've hugged a tree lately, but more environmentally friendly.
Anyway. I have long said, and over the past five years worked really hard to make it true, that I won't let the TV babysit my kids. As they get older, though, that's not to say that I don't let them sit together and watch TV. But if I'm, say, sitting in my office typing a blog post, unless they're actively watching something specific (Curious George or Thomas, for example), then the TV is either off or tuned to one of those Sirius music stations.
Yesterday the kids were both exhausted from a busy weekend, and WHM was running a fever. (Yes, for those of you that follow along, again. He's been healthy one whole week since Christmas, I think.) To get WHM to try to nap, I made my bedroom super dark, put on the TV, and let them snuggle in -- a big deal to snuggle in Mommy and Daddy's bed -- to a movie.
Now, shame on me, because I let them watch a movie I've never seen, but we picked ANTZ as the movie to watch. (On Demand.) I watched about the first ten minutes with them, and then when they were snuggled and content, I quietly left to go downstairs -- in hopes that WHM would fall asleep, and to get something (anything!) done around the house.
A little while later, I went back upstairs to check on them, and they were both still watching. But what did I catch as my little sound-bite?
One ant talking to another saying, "This tastes like crap." "Oh, it is crap."
It actually was supposed to be funny, but it would have been so much more appropriate had they said, "poop," and maybe I wouldn't be on this tirade.
Do I say the word "crap"? Sure I do. I really only adopted it in the past few years, because it's just become so prevalent that it has become part of my vocabulary in the same way we emulate whatever else we hear, I suppose. But I was raised where CRAP was not an acceptable word. Neither was sucks, for that matter, or blows, or shut-up, or any of the other four-letter words I now use far too regularly.
What happened to the world, that this is okay? Last night Mick and I were watching the news, and to illustrate the pollen overload our area's currently experiencing, the weatherman showed some photos some viewers had submitted. One of them showed "THIS SUCKS" written in the pollen on the side of a car, a la the old "wash me" notes you see on dirty trucks. Really? REALLY? Are there no standards anymore? (When I was teaching and a kid said that, I would joke that "sucks" described adult behavior that wasn't really part of quadratic equations, and remind the kids they were old enough to have a more intelligent vocabulary. It was light and not preachy, it was quick, and the kids got the point.)
I don't care if I'm a crotchety old prude. I don't pretend to be a saint, either. I don't smoke, but I certainly will drink, and I swear, and Lord knows I'm surely not always nice. But I am trying my darndest to raise my kids right, and to see "crap" as part of a kids' show, or to see "this sucks" as part of the nightly news really, really bothers me.
So tell me -- I can take it -- Am I alone?