Sleepy Town and Shamey Town

Mamacita says:  The new Carnival of Education is up, hosted by Mister Teacher over at Learn Me Good. I would hope that by now y’all know all about this guy!

Next week, the Carnival is hosted right here at Scheiss Weekly, so start submitting your posts. Already, I’m putting the Carnival together!

I can’t seem to shake the exhaustion.  Driving home from Bloomington last night, I actually pulled over to the shoulder for a few minutes to try and wake up more thoroughly; thankfully, I did make it home without driving off a cliff.  It’s just a few minutes past ten thirty as I type here, but I can hardly hold my eyes open and I can’t think of a thing to say that anybody would be interested in.  My apologies.  I need to go to Sleepy Town for a while.

Sleepy Town and Shamey Town:  two places I frequented as a child, and which my own children know well, too.

Perhaps if more parents were not afraid to send their children to Shamey Town, the world would be safer, cleaner, and a lot more fun. Part of our problem these days is that too few parents teach their children that there are some things we are SUPPOSED to be ashamed of.  Possibly this is because so many parents don’t feel shame for anything they do, either.

Sleepy Town, now, we all visit regularly.  I think perhaps visiting it even more often would be good for me.


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Sleepy Town and Shamey Town — 2 Comments

  1. Hah! Shamey Town! I love it! For my now grown son, it was the “Thinking Chair”…the same chair I sat in when I was little. Oh, he spent a lot of time in that chair between the ages of five and ten!! He knew when his butt hit that chair that he had screwed up BIG TIME! Now, I am step mom to two boys ages 11 and 13…we only have them every other weekend. I am frustrated beyond measure because their Mutha does NOTHING to teach them proper manners etc. It is next to impossible to teach them anything that they retain…because they leave our house and go back to Crazy Town where ANYTHING goes! An example…she assured our 13 year old that the “F-Word” was “just a word” and there was no harm in using it. Table manners? Hah! Sitting next to the 13 year old is like sitting next to a cow chewing it’s cud…the smacking noises he makes when chewing drives me to the brink…!! He has been corrected here over and over, but its like starting at square one every other weekend. The 11 year old “plays” in his plate, mixing his food together into a mountain that soon grows cold because he has played with it so much, then he wants it nuked or he doesn’t want to eat it at all. Their Mutha believes discipline will “break their spirits”. Bull hockey! They (and she) could use a loooonnnggg trip to Shamey Town!

  2. Hah! Shamey Town! I love it! For my now grown son, it was the “Thinking Chair”…the same chair I sat in when I was little. Oh, he spent a lot of time in that chair between the ages of five and ten!! He knew when his butt hit that chair that he had screwed up BIG TIME! Now, I am step mom to two boys ages 11 and 13…we only have them every other weekend. I am frustrated beyond measure because their Mutha does NOTHING to teach them proper manners etc. It is next to impossible to teach them anything that they retain…because they leave our house and go back to Crazy Town where ANYTHING goes! An example…she assured our 13 year old that the “F-Word” was “just a word” and there was no harm in using it. Table manners? Hah! Sitting next to the 13 year old is like sitting next to a cow chewing it’s cud…the smacking noises he makes when chewing drives me to the brink…!! He has been corrected here over and over, but its like starting at square one every other weekend. The 11 year old “plays” in his plate, mixing his food together into a mountain that soon grows cold because he has played with it so much, then he wants it nuked or he doesn’t want to eat it at all. Their Mutha believes discipline will “break their spirits”. Bull hockey! They (and she) could use a loooonnnggg trip to Shamey Town!

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