(albeit not often) when I was a single parent. Sue me. Sue me Hard.

I'd do it again as well. See? As a single parent (on a very fixed income) I wasn't able to afford a baby sitter...a washer/dryer combo...BUT, the one thing I felt I was allowed to do was live my life. Sorry I appear to have been mistaken.

Yes, I know there are awful parents with awful kids out there. But I'm telling you this, I'd rather hang out with either one of my children then about 90% of adults I meet these days. With their guffaws and shouts in the restaurant...making out in front of me in the theater... and, God Forbid, hogging 8 out of the ten washers because they are more important than me.


What's amazing to me (perhaps it's because I'm a parent) I don't run into nearly as many awful kids as I do awful parents...and awful adults in particular. Think about that next time you are too busy to put your cart away at the grocery store and it slams into my car.

Rant over. I'm off to take my blood pressure meds.