Yesterday, my father sent me an email about the dangers of compact fluorescent light bulbs. Apparently if they are broken, they will emit mercury and kill you. In the last month his emails have taught me how to check my power-steering fluid levels, that my major is among the top 5 lowest-earning, where to call to have my cell-phone number removed from telemarketers’ lists, and, in two separate forwards, each with “FYI” in the subject line, that too much Tylenol will kill you. To say that I have a controlling parent would be clichÃ©. My father carries the weight of the world by choice. This is why his heart is failing. Read More Control
So Santa Claus isn’t the only one coming to town this year. I just found out my dad’s job is transferring him to sunny Colorado (an assignment he’s been trying to get for literally 20 years), and with him, of course, will come my mother and seven younger siblings who still live at home. Everybody freak out! Read More My Parents Are Moving to My City!
The NYT has a fascinating article up titled “Frazzled Moms Push Back Against Volunteering,” which examines how some mothers have forcibly extricated themselves from increasingly overwhelming commitments to volunteer at their children’s schools. While the article overlooked the major elephant in the room, that fathers apparently feel untouched by any obligation to volunteer, commenters left no stone unturned in pointing the finger of self-righteous blame at dads, working moms, stay-at-home moms, over-achieving moms, basically any kind of mom, and the school districts themselves. Read More On Volunteering: My Anti-Helicopter Parents