I needed to share this. I have been slacking severely, but so have all of you somewhere out there in one form or another. Just forgive me and move on. Let’s make 2010 a year of forgiveness.
With that being said, I will forgive my daughters’ obsession with Care Bears. Well, I will try. By forgiveness, I mean, I will “accidentally” lose their completely hideous Care Bears “Share a Scare” DVD that I got them for our road trip to SLC this Autumn. It was $5 and it was at Target, in the check out lane of course, so as a mother, I couldn’t resist because I am a weak, pathetic human being. Little did I know, it was the looooooongest DVD full of the Care Bears mini stories. I think that there are about 8. And it’s the type of DVD where you can’t FF to the MAIN MENU…you have to watch the total bullshit promos of random children’s programming from Australia “coming in 2005!” type stuff. (Which should have been a red flag to me that this DVD is old as dirt…even older than 2004.)
The cartoons are the original 1980s Care Bear cartoons, once you FIIIINALLY get to the main menu. I am sure they are even the same ones that I used to watch back in the day when in 1984 my #1 Santa Wish List item was a BLUE Care Bears wrist watch. I got it. I was really good that year. But, I am sure you can imagine given that it is a) from the 80s, b) there is more than 1 ten minute long story, c) it is all they want to watch, that eventually, the sound of the disc even spinning in the player, and the first 3 seconds of the intro song make me want to curl up in a ball and pull out each of my own fingernails. I mean, the sound of the music is so so so so bad. Why they would think even 5 years ago that it was ok to throw these all on a disc without digitally restoring them or whatever shit they do to cartoons is beyond me. It’s pure torture. For Gianna and Lillian, it’s crack.
Which brings me to my story. Sean was on call last night and as much I enjoy ruling roost, I really do love it when he walks through the door at whatever time and immediately gets on the floor and plays “horsie”, “bear”, or “lion” (whichever animal they demand on a 15 second rotation). But, that didn’t happen last night. It was just me. All day with them. I seriously think they must start to hate me towards the end of the day because although I’ve never directly expressed to them how much I hate the Care Bears DVD, they are very intuitive creatures. So when I said to them “Come on, let’s sit down and eat dinner. What would you like, a quesadilla with shredded pork?”, Lillian just looked up at me and said, “No. Care Bears.”
This is when it gets bad too. I replied, “Yes I think that’s a great idea. I would love to heat up some Care Bears, cut it up into little tiny pieces for you, then throw away what you don’t finish.”
Goody goody gosh. They didn’t think that was funny.
They got a quesadilla with tomatillo salsa and shredded pork (leftovers from the night before and a pretty much staple dish for us). While they watched Care Bears and faced their fears…because really, that’s what it’s all about. No seriously…that’s what that entire God damn DVD is all about. Telling the truth and facing your fears. Ok, ok, ok, uncle. I get it.
2010. Here I come. Care Bears have inspired me to face my fears. My biggest fear? Pregnancy. Not for other of course. Just for myself. So, maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe I will let down my guard next year. But I really do think that 2013 sounds a lot better. Just sayin’.













