A few days ago I was speculating to Michael that a mutual friend of ours might be really unhappy in their current living/employment situation. His reply: “No way, they are not unhappy! Do you see all the fun stuff their doing (and posting) to Facebook? Man, I would love to be him.” (or he said something very similar)
My response: It’s an illusion, Michael. (said in my best GOB voice, for all you Arrested Development fans) We put out all our good, edited, happy stuff, and skip over the hard stuff.
I haven’t showered since Sunday morning. There will be no selfies of me posted today on any social media channel, but this is the way I look 85% of the time in real life. I guess what I’m saying is, something might look amazing on the outside (Facebook) but it’s not an accurate picture of their bigger story.
This past week has been a little hard for me in the mom arena. Nothing big or specific, just a bunch of little things that add up. So many times have I wanted to vent on social media, but then I self edit and remind myself nobody really want to hear about it.
But then I got to thinking, maybe instead it might make somebody feel just a little more normal about their not-so-easy life as well. Misery loves company, right?
Current oh no you didn’t just say that:
Gage when I ask him to do something: “You are just my mom, not the boss of me.”
Gage when I asked him to start getting ready for bed: “You’re a beautiful big fat butt mommy.”
Nola’s response when asked to turn the TV off: “Do something for yourself for once”. (worth noting, she got epically punished for this.)
Current Parenting Fails:
Last week Paul had hand, foot, mouth disease for the second time this winter. I realized this Monday morning, after spending 2 hours in the church nursery, exposing ALLLLLL his little friends.
Gage’s boots were stolen from the YMCA childcare watch last weekend. You know, the only footwear he will wear day or night, regardless of weather.
Paul took a green marker to his “peanut” (yes that peanut) in his pants while I was in the basement trying to find him a clean pair of jammies.
Last night Paul had a chunk of mystery poop on his finger. I spent a good while trying to find the source. It’s still an unsolved mystery.
Frozen pizza for dinner. Two nights in a row.
And lastly, this haircut.
Holy Hellz, I actually paid money for him to look like that.
Tonight I’m doing something I’ve never done before. I’ve hired a babysitter to come over and feed my kids dinner and put them to bed for me. I’m going to run errands, visit with a friend, and if I still have time to kill might even get a pedicure. DURING BEDTIME. Because I’m tired, and I need a break.
I hope this makes you feel more normal.