I have read Ann Clemmons blog post Spanking Where Do You Draw The Line? and these are my views and Thoughts. It is a great post with a great example of how you shouldn’t discipline your child.
anyway these are my thoughts…
i was slapped once by my mother that I knew of (i think she might have swated me when i was in diapers, but it obviously wasn’t traumatic) she slapped me when i was a teenager. It was only once and I deserved it.
My daughter is 9 and I have swatted her leg in the car in front of my mother when she was about 5, because she was being abnormally difficult and I lost control. I gave her a small welt and I was horrified. I kept apologizing to her. Since then I have popped her in her mouth a couple times for talking back or saying something she shouldn’t have said. But that is the extent that I have used physical discipline.
She is a good kid, but I don’t attribute that to her being scared of being spanked. I have used time outs and taking material things from her and she will behave if she wants those luxuries.
I don’t believe (and I have learned this the HARD way) that there is any benefit of hitting whether it is an adult or a child. I believe the woman in the story described by Ann Clemmons used brute force and humiliated that poor child. I think the most painful of it all is the humiliation. The humiliation of being hit by a raging parent in a public place is too much for a child to take.
I think in all abuse humiliation is the main weapon. It imobilizes the victim and gives power to the attacker. I have been the victim and the perpetrator. I haven’t seen any good from either side.
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Anyways Tonks is also know as Tonksy Wonksy, Fat Mamma Cat, and “I can’t believe it” don’t ask, I can’t explain it….
well of course it is… all it is is work, and you receive knowledge in return. Now my professors are probably receiving headaches due to my continuous excuses. But I swear they are all good excuses, like trying to make money.
The things go wrong like vicious man eating viruses that pop pop-ups on your computer ever 2.1 seconds and make it totally impossible for you to do any work.
Then there are the days that I am so tired and over worked i can’t see straight.
Working from home is tough.
I NEED scheduling. Easier said than done of course. I can’t even fit in to my schedule the time to make a schedule.
I want that damned bachelors by next summer and if I don’t take any breaks I will have it.
I hope my professors don’t read my blog. I better either get to homework or get to sleep so I can get up early to do homework….
Last night we had a terrible scare. My husband, who rarely gets headaches at all, was struck with a horrible migraine last night. It came on quick at work and lasted through the day. He didn’t think anything of it really, becasue hes the type to keep going. He NEVER lets on about how sick he is or how much it hurts.
I picked him up at work and when we got home he started talking about a headache. Well he took some IBprofen and we went to do some errands while my daughter satyed with a neighbor friend to play. We came home and later that night he and my daughter went with mt to my secret shopper assignment. After that was done on our way home he started talking about it and I realized this wasn’t a typical headache.
I know for a fact how migraines come on, because i’ll get a super bad one every 2 to 4 years. Mine aren’t pretty. I suffered my first one at 14 at school. My right eye blacked out and my right arm goes numb. then my head pounds like hell and I was in the school office, all day until my dad could pick me up, vomiting my guts and what felt like my brains out. As the years have gone by they have lessened. I had one a couple months ago afte not having one for 3 years. This last one my eye went kind funny and my hand felt funny, but as was the same with the last 4 or 5 migraines, I didn’t have to vomit.
So we looked up headaches in the kaiser handbook while I tried to find a kaiser number to call. I called the advice nurse for him and he he told her everything that was going on. So she said get down to the kaiser emergency, which is about 12 miles from Tracy in Manteca.
They gave him an IV of sodium chloride and stuck a syringe of some pain medication in the IV. He was pretty damn relaxed after that and about an hour after his head was fine. BUT they wanted to do a CAT scan on his head. I freaked OUT inside. but I wasn’t going to freak out there. They also said they wanted to give him a spinal tap and he replied with a “OH HELL NO”. So the gave them a CAT scan and said there was a bright white spot they were concerned with. They didn’t know if it was blood or bone and had to wait for a stinking nuerosurgeon to look at it. So 2 and a half hours later the nuerosurgeon didn’t know for sure either and scheduled him for an MRI in Modesto, about 40 minutes from Manteca.
Well at 5:00 am I was half asleep staring at my daughter who was sleeping awkwadrly in a chair with one elbow on Dad’s bed. I slipped into a slumber for about 30 minutes and at 5:30 This morning decided to take the kid home.
I prayed to 16 different gods this morning that they didn’t thak this man from me. I fought too long and hard for this man and things are great now. He wasn’t going to be taken from me. I sobbed on the phone to my brother at 6:30 this morning and then went to sleep. I knew If i didn’t sleep it would be worse.
I looked at the caller ID every time the phone rang and only picked up if it read KAISER. At 1pm the phone rang and lo and behold it was him, telling me everything was ok and to come and get him. I was SO FUCKING HAPPY! I gave him a big kiss when I saw him. I’m so happy it was nothing too serious.
I have been going crazy with scheduling. I have taken on blogging, freelance design and I’m trying my hand as a mystery shopper. I am doing all of this and I suck at scheduling. I have been staying up until 4 am, working on things, reading and writing. On top of that I have online classes that require my utmost attention.
So I am starting to weed out the things that aren’t working for me and that I can’t put time into like logs I can’t get up and running because of no time :/
But its all good, my office is my kitchen and my co-workers are my daughter and my animals. The people I have worked with so far are great and I haven’t had any problems with unhappy customers yet.
I think I have found a little bit of professional happiness. To work from home and be with my family and there for them when I need to be :)
