So, I wrote a bunch back in December (maybe earlier, the wine makes it hard to remember and I’m too lazy to go back and check) and I guess it was pretty good/funny/horrific stuff.
Was feeling guilty the other day that I have totally ignored my blog and that got me to thinking… Why wasn’t I posting stuff anymore? And it’s actually a pretty scary thing. When I start thinking. Almost nothing good comes from me thinking, cause I think some pretty wierd shit. (is spellcheck working? cause “wierd” looks totally wrong….)
What I thought this time was quite the epiphany, though. I’m a sarcastic person. When I’m down I turn my down into funny. It’s a coping mechanism. If I can’t laugh at myself, who can I laugh at? Since January, my life has definitely turned up. I’m back to work, I love what I do, I let go of some baggage I’d been lugging around…. Ya know, just stuff. I realized I have a harder time writing when I’m actually content than I do when I’m stressed out and depressed. So does that mean I need to let things get bad again before I pen something that others will find entertaining to read? HELL NO! I just need to work harder at it. My son thinks I’m pretty funny – even now, when I’m content with life. WIN!
I’m gonna have to tap my son’s memory for this one, but he says I say some shit that just makes him laugh and makes him really like me as a “cool mom” – and I think it’s pretty awesome that my son likes me. I mean, kids HAVE to love their parents. It’s in the kids handbook or something. But to LIKE your parent? That’s pretty awesome.
So here’s a teaser – until I can ask him what else he remembers:
1. We’re driving down a side road and this dude is walking down the sidewalk looking like a total douchewaffle. I say, “I bet he thinks he’s cool. He’s cool – like Nickleback.”
2. I’m sitting outside in the sun reading. I can hear my son through the sliding glass door describing some situation he witnessed. It was f-ing this and f-ing that and f everything within a 30 second tirade. So I lecture him like this – “Look, I heard everything and you said the “f” word about 15 times in the last 30 seconds. I think one “f” would have been enough.
Is it too late to revise my parenting skills? I think I’m falling short of the mark here.