99% of the time I am completely happy with my life. I'm satisfied being "just" a stay-at-home mom, thankful that my husband has a boring job a mile from our house, content to spend the majority of my time between our home and my kids' school and glad that my childrens' friends like to hang out at our house.
So, the other 1% is when I don't have/allow myself enough time to recharge. To fill my bucket. To better myself. Whatever Oprah is calling it these days.
Days when these are the most stimulating conversations I hear:
On my daughter's 5th grade class field trip to an ancient Indian burial spot:
"Oh gross, we're like walking on dead people."
My son and his friend, while building lego stuff:
"It's such a rip-off that Lucky Charms says there are more marshmallows now. They're so tiny!" "Yeah, but there are more of them, so there really are more."
"No, they're way smaller so it's the same amount."
Me. All. Day. Long:
"Did you wash your hands?"
"Why is your backpack in the middle of the floor?"
"You've already had too much sugar today."
I can definitely live with the 99% and be happy. But still. Does anyone feel like getting together to discuss Shakespeare's themes of politics and religion and the influence of censorship in his four distinct writing periods? Or something?
Please??
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I'll come tell you jokes!
Whenever I start feeling like this a quote from our favorite Bishop's wife Jennifer pops into my head...she was trying to help one of their boys with his math homework and she couldn't quite grasp it, and her son got huffy with her and said "I'll just wait until Dad can help me."
....to which she said: "Well, fine, but it's your own fault I can't help you. Because I'll have you know that I USED to be smarter than your Dad back when he married me. But slowly, child after child, you all have made me lose my mind."
This is what I do when I'm feeling dumbed down: I write newspaper editorials in my head. Like in the car, while driving, I silently rage to myself about our state's wolf debacle, and imagine myself typing out crisp, witty, intelligent and concise opinion pieces to astonish readers with my intellect and knowledge. I've never actually written up one of my attempts, but just critically thinking while arguments about unicorns go on in the back of the car makes me feel better.
I wholeheartedly agree...that whole Lucky Charm thing is a rip off!! :) Actually if it wasn't for NPR I'd go nuts!
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