A couple of weeks ago I helped my neighbor girl, who is a Junior in High School get ready for her prom. She got her hair done, we did her nails and I helped her lace up the back of her beautiful (and very expensive) pink prom dress. She was so giddy excited and I loved every minute of helping her get ready. Then, off she went to get her pictures taken with her friends. I saw them on facebook the other day and they were all so gorgeous. She and her friends looked so happy. They smiled nice for the cameras, and for some, not so nice, making goofy faces. Then they headed off to dance the night away. And you know what? She didn't even have to be drunk to dance.
Most of us danced at our proms. Stone cold sober. Why is it that my Junior year of college, a mere 4 years later, you hear a chorus of "I only dance when I'm drunk" when a good boogieing song comes on? I have never been one who minds making a fool of myself in the name of fun when I have my girls with me. Maybe I mind a little less when I have a few drinks in me, but it's not a necessity.
When I was in high school, I remember playing on the "dream park" in the rain with my friends. Swinging on the swings to see who can get higher and playing "tag" around the big toy. And I know my friends and I were not the only teens to do these things. Watching my neighbor girls grow up has been proof. No one is surprised when a 4 year old does these things, but I was 17 and at 17, we're far more adult than child.
I just don't know what comes over us as we reach legal adulthood that makes us unable to have fun anymore. I may dance sober, but I don't laugh nearly as much as I did when I was younger. Is it the responsibility, and the worries that comes with it, that takes over our thoughts and makes us unable to let loose?
Well, my challenge for myself is to loosen up and have fun with life. And dance like no one is watching.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Sick again???
I love attention when it comes to my children. I love when people tell me what nice little boys I have. It makes me so proud when I am told they are well behaved or well mannered. I beam when someone goes out of their way to tell me how good looking they are (because I think so too!!). I can talk for hours about all the cute little things they do. Like right now, Marshall is very into animal families and likes to pretend he is a baby animal. And sometimes, he holds my hand very gently up to his face and nuzzles it and says "I wish I can always keep you, Mommy." Nolan talks more every day. He loves to tell me about what he sees and when he does, and I understand him, his brown eyes get so big and round and they just light up and he does a little nod. See? Aren't they neat kids??
What I do not like to get attention for is their illnesses. Since December, the boys and I have been so sick. I do tell people about it, but in order to have people understand what it is that we are going through, so they can be more understanding if we can't make it to something, or if I seem stressed. I really really wish this could just be over and we could all be healthy. Since December, all 3 of us have had Strep 4 times. Plus ear infections, Marshall had a surgical procedure to put in a tear duct stint and Nolan is getting ear tubes tomorrow. And I am exhausted.
In the first year and a half of my current job, I didn't call into work sick once. That was through an entire pregnancy plus some. I may arrive 5 minutes late now and then, but I am always there. Until now. I used to pride myself on my dependability, but now, I am embarrassed. I feel weak.
We're trying to sell our house. When we first put it on the market, I felt like super woman. We got it looking better than it's looked the whole time we have lived here. Then I got strep. Then I got it 3 more times. Now, I can barely keep up on day to day upkeep. Laundry, dishes, grocery store, making meals and keeping my children bathed is about all I can handle.
I hate that when I vent about our illnesses on Facebook, the usual response is "again???" Not that I can blame people for that; I would likely respond the same way. I hate that our pediatrician's nurse calls me by my first name without looking at my childrens' charts just because we've been there so much lately. And my doctor ends appointments with "I really hope I don't see you guys for a while!" I really just want us to get better. Is that too much to ask??
What I do not like to get attention for is their illnesses. Since December, the boys and I have been so sick. I do tell people about it, but in order to have people understand what it is that we are going through, so they can be more understanding if we can't make it to something, or if I seem stressed. I really really wish this could just be over and we could all be healthy. Since December, all 3 of us have had Strep 4 times. Plus ear infections, Marshall had a surgical procedure to put in a tear duct stint and Nolan is getting ear tubes tomorrow. And I am exhausted.
In the first year and a half of my current job, I didn't call into work sick once. That was through an entire pregnancy plus some. I may arrive 5 minutes late now and then, but I am always there. Until now. I used to pride myself on my dependability, but now, I am embarrassed. I feel weak.
We're trying to sell our house. When we first put it on the market, I felt like super woman. We got it looking better than it's looked the whole time we have lived here. Then I got strep. Then I got it 3 more times. Now, I can barely keep up on day to day upkeep. Laundry, dishes, grocery store, making meals and keeping my children bathed is about all I can handle.
I hate that when I vent about our illnesses on Facebook, the usual response is "again???" Not that I can blame people for that; I would likely respond the same way. I hate that our pediatrician's nurse calls me by my first name without looking at my childrens' charts just because we've been there so much lately. And my doctor ends appointments with "I really hope I don't see you guys for a while!" I really just want us to get better. Is that too much to ask??
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