Because what else is there to do on a snowy Tuesday....well besides work, prepping for my weekly meeting and about 15 other things that can apparently wait until I finish this post.
Anyway, as I'm mentally commenting (not nice things) I realize it's always directed at the same person. Every one of their posts is negative: "my life sucks, this person sucks, work sucks, the weather sucks, people are stupid, etc..."
I want to call them and scream
"Christ...go jump off a cliff and end it already if it's that bad!!!"
(Before you freak out let me assure you - this person is not depressed and I wouldn't actually say that out loud. They just like to bitch)
That also got me thinking...isn't that exactly what I do here? Bitch, bitch, bitch. Bitch about my kids grades, bitch about the way they wake up, bitch about the way they travel.
While it's all true and it makes me feel better to vent, I don't want to be that person...not every day at least. I'm glad I can find some comradery in the misery and hopefully make people laugh, but I think I owe it to my kids and everyone else to not constantly be the person that just needs to suck it up quit fucking whining.
So here's the good shit...
For starters I have a totally overachieving uterus. I had 3 kids without any trying. I've watched so many people in my life struggle for just one and here I am just shitting them out like pez. When I think about it like that it makes me want to retract all the other blog posts. I should be at home making foot molds of the kids and talking about how they fart rainbows and glitter. That would get old too though...
We make an amazing team, and I'm finally old enough to see the beauty in a team over the need to be independent.
She is soft spoken and tender hearted and is well on her way to becoming amazing woman. She's all the things that a little girl should be.
She's beautiful inside and out and doesn't even know the depth of it yet. (God help us all when she realizes that one)
I worried about her when we had the terrorists. She's 8 years older and I really was concerned that she might not bond with them. I was so wrong. (She likes them more than I do some days.) She definitely has more patience with them than I ever do. She's also my little gymnast...I think we've finally found a sport that suits her and she's amazing at it. She's a tween so it's about 60/40 right now in favor of the devil tween, but that 40 is a pretty amazing young lady.
I don't think he has the capability to follow a single instruction to the end, but I know that when my time comes he'll be the one that will go to the ends of the earth to just be there with me. (I know that it's totally cliche, but there really is something about a relationship of a mother and son) He loves me best and I love every minute of it. He's also fucking hysterical. He says the most off the wall shit and keeps us in stitches. He is our comedic relief when things get serious. He's also a fierce protector of his sisters. We literally have to send him to another room if we are dealing with the girls. I don't know that they notice now, but one day when we're not there to protect them he'll be the anchor of our family.
She clearly thinks here father is the only person on earth and I just show up to make dinner and feed everyone.
Well there you have it...I don't hate my kids or my life. I love them all immeasurably and am thankful for all I have.
Now back to bitching about my kids.... ;)