My five year old enjoys spinning in circles for hours on end, I can’t understand why he enjoys doing this but he does. The spinning motion seems to calm him so I encourage spinning. This child never gets dizzy yet you place me on a kids swing in the middle of a playground and I get dizzy. Not sure where he gets this habit from.
Lately I have been spinning – as in so much to do and getting so much done that I couldn’t actually tell you what I did today. It’s like I know my inbox is relatively empty which means I completed a ton of crap this morning for work but I couldn’t actually sit down and tell you what I wrote, what I researched and so on & so forth.
My mind has been moving so fast and without any time for adult conversations – well meaning I don’t have anyone to chit chat with in person – it makes my life spin a lot more.
Some how, some way I need to get some local friends. It’s so difficult having lived in the same town for so long, many look at my face and I can just tell they are fake smiling OR just too intimidated to speak to me. I don’t get it. I am extremely nice and extremely giving so why not give me a chance at having some adult friendships? I can’t talk to kids 24/7 … there are some things reserved for girls night in or out!
Then again, I guess I am cautious about friendships around here because I don’t need my life on the gossip train. I like to keep some of my life private, yes – even the blogger in me doesn’t share some of the deeper personal things going on.
Someday I shall have a real life friend that I can trust and hang with. Someone who is willing to head out for a drink or a couple hours out just us girls for the fun of it and leave their significant other home with the kids. Won’t hurt ‘dad’ to take care of the kids once a month for a girls night out, I promise!
It is Friday everyone so you may finish up that last minute project and give yourself some free time this weekend. Me on the other hand? As much as I need to get away I think I might just be stuck at home missing my daughter and working to pass the time away.
The one positive about my weekends is that I don’t have to deal with bedtime with my sons … and if I don’t want to work I have an excuse, very few clients expect me to work weekends but when I do they totally appreciate it.
So .. what are your weekend plans? Please tell me so I have something to daydream about .. even if it’s just doing yard work
I am not a huge foul language person but I do swear from time to time. It seems when I am at my most overwhelmed moment I swear, a lot. Usually the F bomb comes out of my mouth and people who don’t know me give me this look. As if these people can’t believe that little old me just said the F word. My sister and my father know better, they have seen me at my worse and I have dropped enough F bombs to make my father wish I was a child again and he could spank me I swear. Dad and I get along great but he isn’t too into this F bomb person I get into when wound right up.
So one day my daughter had a sleep over and she was being her normal dramatic, arguing and being ridiculous with me self when I said a sentence with the word shit in it. Now I don’t recall the sentence but I know it had something to do with “cut the shit” because I was about fed up with the debating back n forth with me. Enough. I spoke my peace child now listen.
What I forgot about is that my daughter had a couple friends over when I said this. It just sort of came out of my mouth, spewing out. The word shit isn’t as bad to me as the F bomb but it’s no way to speak to a child, especially one I love dearly. I am not that swearing parent, even though I do swear around my daughter because she will not repeat a word of it, I shouldn’t swear AT my daughter.
Growing up I learned that swearing is something uneducated people do and I firmly believe that, however, I am educated, highly educated and so the shit word had no reason to come out of this educated mouth, right? Well … I don’t know, we say things when we get overwhelmed and all we can do is apologize for the mistake and move forward.
What I noticed when I said the word shit is that one of my daughter’s friends jaw almost dropped. I don’t know if it’s because her parents totally rock and NEVER EVER swear OR if she just didn’t expect me to use such a word. Whatever the reason I realized almost instantly that I just swore and that this child apparently didn’t know what to do. My daughter and her other friend on the other hand were totally okay with the word shit, I mean after all it wasn’t the F bomb. The F bomb around here gets you in trouble with the “bad word police” as my daughter likes to call herself and so I refrain from that word as often as possible.
So … another lesson learned in parenting; get better vocabulary for dealing with high stress moments because the word shit shocks some children.