My mother was a SAHM so we were never really left alone. But once in awhile she'd run to the store. It was a (long) block away. Or she'd take one and leave the other alone. I would rather leave one home alone than them both together. They'd have a better chance of hurting each other.
Mom drove a school bus. And if we were sick, we stayed home alone for the hour and a half to 2 hour route in the morning and in the afternoon. I remember doing this around 2nd grade.
She did training programs and was over the safety program thing for the county.
So about 4th grade we were home alone for 4-8 hours at a time in the summer.
With my kids, I could let Caitlyn stay home at 8 for those quick trips. But I took Jesse and Aaron with me. When she was 8, they were 5 and 4. I didn't think that would be smart.
As the boys got older, I was able to let them have that learning experience.
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When I dropped Gordito off at daycare this morning their were two women in full Burqa's standing at the house next door. It totally freaked me out. Then I felt guilty about. Now I'm just trying to decide if it bothers me or not.
When I dropped Gordito off at daycare this morning their were two women in full Burqa's standing at the house next door. It totally freaked me out. Then I felt guilty about. Now I'm just trying to decide if it bothers me or not.
It is sad the world has come to this point. I totally understand exactly what you are saying. I think I would have had the freak out, guilt & not sure what to think reaction too.
Anyone that says different is either oblivious to the world we live in, or lying.
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When I see someone in a full burqa I don't get scared or freak out. I just think "Dang, you must be hotter than hell."
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I pity them, really. The ninjas that show up here? Then they try to be forceful with me. I want to say... Why don't you try that at home!
My EX was military. They guys called them ninjas. He pretty much set of WWIII when he saw a ninja struggling with grocery bags. He went over to help and the a hole men started screaming at him. The translator was screaming at him to stop helping. Nuts.
My previous next door neighbors were from Pakistan. She didn't wear one but her elderly mother did. The neighbor man was an ass to his family but his MIL wouldn't take it. Apparently he told her his home his rules one time so she took a lawn chair out to the common side walk in front of the house & sat there all day. Another time he was yelling at her & she spit on the ground near his feet.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Anyone that says different is either oblivious to the world we live in, or lying.
Or they live in a town where they see them all the time and it doesn't bother them one bit.
There are lots here. There are more women who cover their hair and shoulders with a head scarf and wear long shirts and skirts of bright colors.
Either way all I can think of is all that laundry and how hot they must be. They still wear pants and shirts under the skirts and blouses. So it's gotta be hot as heck.
Also, some of the women here drive cars, go out in public alone, and *gasp* have jobs. The men don't seem to care.
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Anyone that says different is either oblivious to the world we live in, or lying.
Or they live in a town where they see them all the time and it doesn't bother them one bit.
There are lots here. There are more women who cover their hair and shoulders with a head scarf and wear long shirts and skirts of bright colors.
Either way all I can think of is all that laundry and how hot they must be. They still wear pants and shirts under the skirts and blouses. So it's gotta be hot as heck.
Also, some of the women here drive cars, go out in public alone, and *gasp* have jobs. The men don't seem to care.
I saw two women in full burqas. They were driving this huge white truck and wearing all black. They were also smoking. For the longest time I sat at the stop light wondering just how hot they had to be and why they were smoking. And then I thought HOW did they smoke with that thing over their face.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I wasn't a bit scared. More in awe of someone who could stand the heat and figure out how to maneuver that huge truck in traffic while smoking through a scarf.
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My daughter wore a bursa while on a trip in Afghanistan. The blue one that covered the face with a screen for the eyes bad had to walk behind her husband. (It was a mission trip)
My daughter wore a bursa while on a trip in Afghanistan. The blue one that covered the face with a screen for the eyes bad had to walk behind her husband. (It was a mission trip)
That's what these two women were wearing. The screen for the eyes one. It was more weird than anything else. We have some Muslin people around here. I've seen my share of women with head scarves. I've also seen those with their faces covered. I'd never seen one with the screen thing before. We also have a high Amish population here so you see all those women with those scarves on their heads. I guess none of this bothers me anymore.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou