"So there's this boy I like, but he doesn't like me. He likes my friend, but my friend doesn't like him. She likes this other boy, but..." blah, blah, blah. That is what I hear from the moment I wake her up until the moment I drop her off at school. It's what I like to call 'preteen babble.' I'm supposed to understand since I used to speak it, but I really don't. It's high-pitched, never-ending and horribly confusing.
I've been trying to be one of those super cool moms that can speak the lingo and then offer advise that her child thinks is totally cool... yeah, not happening. I just wind up sitting there with a dazed looked on my face, feeling like i'm slowly losing brain cells.
Admittedly, sometimes I can't wait to drop her off so that I can crank up the music and go completely numb for my short, 30 minute drive to work. Does that make me a bad mom? Am I the only mom that is completely confused by her child? Ugh! ThereI go again... over-analyst, party of one!
My father would have a field day with this one, I'm sure of it. I can hear his gut wrenching laugh now, followed by an off-key rendition of "Welcome to My World."
PS - Dad, I know revenge is sweet, but this is just down right torture. LOL
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
What am I thinking???
What in the world am I thinking? I'm not the type of person that "blogs." Stuff like that is for teenagers or middle-aged men that still live with their mothers and have nothing better to do! This is ridiculous.
Yet, here I am... Typing away on this crazy little phone that seems to do everything except cook breakfast for you in the morning. And yes, I said phone, not computer. I have way too much to do to be sitting behind a computer screen for any more than the 9 hours a day I have to for work.
I guess I have to do something to save my sanity. They say you're not crazy if you talk to yourself, but when you start answering or arguing with yourself... well, that's a whole different story. Yeah, I'm way beyond that by now. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm on a whole different level of crazy these days.
See, I'm a 27 yr old single mom, daughter, sister, friend, full-time paralegal, housekeeper, dog walker, "artist," and very rarely a lover... all in that order, and all wrapped into one. It's a crazy, busy life, but it's the one I've chosen for myself. For better or for worse.
So, a friend of mine suggested that I start a blog in an attempt to get all of my "crazy" put into one outlet. I'm pretty sure she's also hoping it will turn into some sort of public humiliation that she can use for her own entertainment, but hey... that's what friends are for. So, I guess I'll give this a try and see how it works. Here goes nothin'!
Yet, here I am... Typing away on this crazy little phone that seems to do everything except cook breakfast for you in the morning. And yes, I said phone, not computer. I have way too much to do to be sitting behind a computer screen for any more than the 9 hours a day I have to for work.
I guess I have to do something to save my sanity. They say you're not crazy if you talk to yourself, but when you start answering or arguing with yourself... well, that's a whole different story. Yeah, I'm way beyond that by now. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm on a whole different level of crazy these days.
See, I'm a 27 yr old single mom, daughter, sister, friend, full-time paralegal, housekeeper, dog walker, "artist," and very rarely a lover... all in that order, and all wrapped into one. It's a crazy, busy life, but it's the one I've chosen for myself. For better or for worse.
So, a friend of mine suggested that I start a blog in an attempt to get all of my "crazy" put into one outlet. I'm pretty sure she's also hoping it will turn into some sort of public humiliation that she can use for her own entertainment, but hey... that's what friends are for. So, I guess I'll give this a try and see how it works. Here goes nothin'!
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