Just a little chat...
- MadiTheMomster

- Jul 15
- 2 min read

Shorter post, but I just need to have a little chat with whomever created fireworks. And the neighbors who explode them over my house for 16-20 days out of the year.
Just a few words.
Little tiny conversation.
Because my dogs and my precious sweetturds are not fans. And neither are the rest of the parents with very young children and babies. Those mega pops in the sky are quite literally the end of the world for them, and therefore also for yours truly. If medication is needed for my poor dogs because of the giant sky booms, ITS TOO MUCH. I love 'Merica as much as the next blogger but guyssss...
I am a BIG fan of commercial shows, but residential ones... continuing 4-5 days BEFORE AND AFTER the holiday!? Pleaseeee, pleaseeee, pleaseeee... enough.
Fireworks are supposed to be fun! An event! Like what did we see as kids - a few times a year, remember? You got in the car and you drove to the big show. Sweating with 400 other people. Running around unsupervised, waving little sticks of fire around, throwing exploding tiny wads of paper on the ground, all while weaving around the drunken adults sitting in camping chairs. (Man, wasn't that fun?? Those were the days.) Presently, there is zero shortage of the giant sky booms.
Now instead of all that fun, I am sitting on my couch with earmuffs on, kids clinging to every limb, all of us are crying, my trembling 60lb sausage of a dog also trying to sit on my lap, with my long-forgotten and thrice heated cup of coffee in my hand (because caffeine is needed to survive the next 4 nights of this torture.) My messy bun and a muumuu complete this pitiful picture and I am begging Miss Rachel and Blippi to drown out the thunderous roar of the neighbors $10k shopping spree.
If I want a fireworks show, I just need to walk outside and turn my head 360 degrees. They aren't special anymore, they're just a nuisance and a means to wake a demon baby I just spent 53 MINUTES trying to rock to sleep for the 4th time.
So please. Think of the sleep-deprived caregivers and sausage dogs next Fourth.
Also.... my husband just got a package from the big company that starts with the letter A... Any guesses what was in it? "EXAM REVIEW: Type I Fireworks and Pyrotechnics License Exam Self Review questions."
So... sorry about that.
xoxo
Madi



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