Unless she is from another (sub)culture. I just Googled this stuff in Dutch. Some people think it's odd for grandparents to be in the bathtub with kids, or kids older than about 2, and others don't. Generally, they're okay with parents being in the bathtub with kids until parent or child doesn't want to anymore... I saw age 10 pop up fairly often. Daily baths are weird (seriously, how dirty do you get in a day?), but it's a great activity on par with baking cookies or doing a puzzle... who doesn't like to splash in water (with bubbles)? But, that's also more fun if you're not completely alone, plus, it's super wasteful to fill a bathtub just for one person. (Dutch bathtubs are generally maybe a foot longer than American bathtubs (so not huge or anything), maybe because the Dutch are so tall, but since we're a height challenged family, I remember being in the bathtub with my mom and my younger brother when I was maybe 8 and he was 6, and yeah, that was pushing the limit of crowdedness, but, (grand)parent and a 4yo really isn't crowded). Personally, I've never been in the bathtub with my grandparents (afaik), but they didn't have a bathtub, so, that would've seriously reduced the odds. That said, while my mom has been in the bathtub with my kids, I think only when they were about 2 and younger. And I'd feel weird if MIL got into the bathtub naked with the kids, because she's American, she didn't do that with DW when she was a kid, and yet, when DW was a teen, she made DW give her foot and neck massages that left DW feeling icky. So, no to that. Wrt OP, I agree with (some of) the others that it's not the initial baths that are weird, per se, but rather everything else.

It's okay. I wasn't sure how to phrase things... I was mostly just wondering if it was a common sentiment. I probably should've specified if someone is sad... I just didn't want to get into specifics, as I wasn't looking for sympathy so much as just whether most people think that or not.

It'd just be nice if said person would take their own advice.

Though to be honest, hanging out in my room is more 'fun' than being yelled at.

I don't know what I mean. I know that someone yelled this at me. I think it was mostly because I was crying a whole lot and unable to talk.

Also, I can write even when I can't talk, so anyone who cares can communicate... if that's what they want, of course... if they just want to be mad at me for being upset, then that's not going to work.

Thanks. Yeah, I'm like, wouldn't normal people just try to comfort someone, instead of telling them to go to their room? But, I don't know. I don't know what normal is. I do know I do not like getting yelled at, I do not fail to communicate on purpose (selective mutism), and periods flipping suck.

Yeah, that's part of the reason I decided not to. The other was that maybe it did smell somewhat sour. I don't know.

Emotional. ETA: mostly sad, crying, indecisive, etc.

Feeling so lonely.

Apparently I'm a mess and need to stay away from everyone.

...

Also, I hate wasting food, especially when I should've just tossed it right away, rather than add more stuff to toss. Sigh.

Yeah. I just really wanted pasta (like, with homemade sauce, not from a jar). The internet is no help... some say turkey shouldn't have a smell, others say it smells a lot like turkey, and only has gone bad if it smells sour.

I should've just tossed it when it was still just onions, garlic, and turkey, obviously, and started over. I asked DW then, and she said ground turkey always smells weird. It just doesn't smell appealing to me (she used to make a pasta dish with ground turkey in it that I liked... but she hasn't made that in a long time, and it had feta in it, which of course has a significant smell itself).

Tonight's edition of would you eat this: ground turkey, best by 8/2/17, frozen on 8/2/17, cooked just now, but smells very turkey-ish despite seasonings etc... I don't know what ground turkey is supposed to smell like, it just smells off or weird to me, but I can't tell if it's actually spoiled or not, other than that I'm starting to feel like going to Taco Bell and throw my effort into the trash (which also includes bell pepper, tomatoes, zucchini, etc). Hating myself now for not knowing. DW says she doesn't know either. Sigh.

We watched The Lion, about a kid who at 5yo accidentally gets on a train to Calcutta (which is over a 1000 miles away), and can't tell anybody there where he's from (he knows his first name and the name of his tiny village, but not what part of India that village is in or w/e). He eventually finds his village 25 years later using Google Earth. Crazy, and makes me very thankful that my kids are old enough to be able to say their full names, spell their address, know DW's phone number, and, of course, that we have a lot more money and technology than India did in 1986.

There's stuff for grades 3 and up (if I'm seeing it correctly).

Oooh, space math! (someone posted a link on iirc K-8, and there's also a thread on Accelerated Learner (a revival of an old thread because of the other thread)

[knocks on wood]

It's raining, it's pouring, and I don't really remember how this rhyme goes. Broccoli is at camp. Celery is rambling about how peaceful and quiet it is here without Broccoli. For him (no, really, he added the "for him" part himself). DW was telling me last night that Broccoli is over his peak tantrumminess. I told her I'm going to need more time to believe that, but he has been doing better the last few days. Still, it'll be nice to have guaranteed no tantrums until 4pm.

I can be quite obtuse.

Btw, I'm really not going to buy more reusable containers. I'm either going to find the ones we have (which might actually be easier than I'm thinking, since I think DW uses some fairly regularly for work, so I'm just thinking of the kids' one(s?), that I don't know the location of), or I'm going to be obtuse.

Maybe she'd prefer it if you got her some bridges? I don't know how to fold. :leaving: Though Celery and I made an origami Pikachu once... it was hard - the recommended age on the book was definitely too low. (I can fold pants, and pair socks into, I don't know... they're not folded, but they're balled together... I'm lost wrt t-shirts, etc). Aside from that, 15 min of work is only 1/4 of one hour of work, so give me the dishes (unless the eczema on my hands is really bad). I should probably get a part-time job at Old Navy so they can teach me how to fold. No. Way too bossy for 7:16 on a Sunday morning (or any morning, really). Hope your husband feels better. Me too. I'm also supposed to get lunch for Columbus day camp for Broccoli tomorrow (Celery isn't going). It's supposed to be in a reusable container. I don't think I know where our reusable containers are. I could buy more (completely defying the purpose, since they're trying to be environmentally friendly), or I could send the food in the brown paper bag the wine came in last night (which would make it a reused container... close enough, right? - the alternative for the brown paper bag would be to put it straight into recycling... of course, if I put food in it, it may or may not be recyclable once done. I hate micromanaged BS like that). At least I don't recall seeing anything about no nuts or w/e, which means I can Nutella it up.

Sigh. Told the kids to get ready. "I just want to stay home in the first place" - Celery.