When I began a few days ago I wasn't quite sure where this would go. I knew that I needed an out. I have so many things that I need to get off my chest. But, then I thought. No. Happiness. The world needs more happiness. If I can just right about flowers and swingsets then I will start to FEEL more flowery & swingsetty. Right? But, today, I'm just not feeling it.
I kinda get tired of it. You know, feeling like no one wants my kids around cuz they are 'outta control' or whatever other effing phrase they choose to use. It. Gets. Old.
Holidays are the worst. THE WORST!!
Oh, we are always invited. Always welcome. You know, the phone call is placed. The text is sent. ((Really?? a text? Sorry, I feel a helluva a lot LESS welcome when you send me an electronic message)) These things, you see, are their obligation. After all, we are family. It is polite to invite everyone.
It usually goes something like this " Hi, how you guys doin? Uh huh. Say...this is what we're doing if you guys want to join us. BUT....." and that's when they start with all the problems they are having. It usually continues with the big let down....."things just aren't hunky dory here and it'll probably be really miserable for you guys. Just so you know"
Yeah, I know. You don't want to hurt our feelings but you sure as hell don't want us showing up and disturbing your little Patch O'Heaven. I know they are noisey. I know they have energy. I know you worry about them ruining your things. Disturbing your gardens. Those things are important. You worked hard for them. I get it.
I'm sorry about any of your precious angels who's psyche has been disturbed. How difficult it must be for you to move forward once we have set such turbulence afoot in your lives.
Dear. Dear. Dear. How upsetting it must be for you now that your babes have been introduced to the fact that some children are allowed to explore, adventure, wrestle and play. The misery you have endured.
Floors get dirty when a dozen people are walking around. Doors get left open when children are excited to play with their cousins. Stairs get climbed on. Chairs don't get pushed in. **sigh**
Empty flower beds contain dirt. Most little ones LOVE dirt. How weird/sad that some don't get to enjoy the pleasure of sinking their little hands into a pile of God given goodness. Oh and sorry about the fact that some of that dirt lands on your precious walkway. Lemme grab a broom.
Seriously. I follow my kids around like a damn prison warden and you still act like the walls of your palace are going to fall in. Its sad & amazing to me to witness your behavior firsthand.
Oh. HI Asshole!! guy walking up my road right now that called the freakin' dog catcher on my dog for barking at his old cranky ass.
To everyone in my life who feels like their things are more important than people.
Who see us as heathens and treat us like white trash, I wish you all a very Happy Easter.
It is a Christian holiday and you are the epitome of a true Christian.
Please continue to go about your lives as usual and may you continue to shine with the way you treat others with kindness and acceptance.
Children first right?
XXOO
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