Fucking Dimwits.

If you are unfortunate enough to be reading my blog, you will soon learn that a great number of things piss me off.  One of my major irks, particularly since having kids of my own, is mothers who put THEIR needs before their child(ren)'s.  Oh yes, a happy mom makes a happy baby blah blah fucking blah.  You can reassure yourself with whatever you want, but that is not necessarily true. Turning your child's carseat forward facing long before he/she is developed enough to support his/her head in the event of an accident (which by law is age one AND at least 20 pounds and by AAP recommendations is two years) does not fall under the "happy mom, happy kid" umbrella excuse. When disaster strikes (and yes hun, it can strike even good ol' invincible YOU), and your toddler suffers an internal decapitation, don't forget that you made him/her HAPPY by turning that seat around.  Yeah, you don't have to suffer through the crying and whining induced by an inability to look out the windows anymore... actually, now that your poor, innocent toddler who was not old enough to make decisions for him/herself is dead, it is real fucking quiet in the car, isn't it?