Introverts Unite! Separately! In your own houses!

Slog hard, play hard.

WordPress’s daily blog post prompt is the solitary word “slog”.

Yeah, I totally had to Google that. To “slog” is to “work hard over a period of time.” Ex: They were slogging away to meet a deadline.

Another example: I slog friendships.

Okay, that is probably not how that word is supposed to be used, but I do totally slog friendships!

Being an introvert, it is not natural for me for to just call my buddies up and ask to hang or send a simple message to say hello. I just always assumed that since we are friends, we are good. No maintenance required. We are now lifelong friends. Done. See you in 20 years.

That sounds ridiculous, right?

Apparently, to be a friend with someone, you should probably talk to them… Maybe ask them about their day? Maybe send them a card or small, special gift to let them know you’re thinking about them? Ask about their interests, family, life happenings, etc, then follow-up.

Didn’t really learn this until a few years ago. Mind blown.

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Sometimes I am so distracted by my own little world and all the goings on in my head (full of rainbows, unicorns, giraffes giving birth, etc.), that I forget to pop into your little world and say hello.

See, I’m pretty good at being alone. Like, when the kids go to bed and the hubs is in his office in the basement, and I get the WHOLE MAIN LEVEL TO MYSELF! And it’s so gloriously quiet! And I can watch TV BY MYSELF! And I can EAT FOOD BY MYSELF! And I end up staying up later than I should because I’m relishing every minute of my alone time and recharging my mommy-bot batteries so I can be a rockstar mom and wife the next day.

But I don’t want to sound like a recluse. I love hanging with my friends–heck, I used to meet up with the gang religiously in high school every Friday night at 6 pm. I never missed a meet up with Cory, Topanga, Shawn, Eric, or Sabrina for anything!

Okay, maybe they don’t count…

Please, ABC, bring back TGIF! I miss my friends!

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So, if I’m a sucky friend, it’s because I’ve had years of practice. But don’t lose hope, dear ones, I’m slogging hard to be a better one!

Slog on!

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So you had a bad day…

Yesterday was the kind of morning where you listen to “Bad Day” on repeat. And it wasn’t even 10 am yet.

Today is sooo much better. Hence why I’m blogging. But no one wants to hear about the good day, so back to the bad.

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Yesterday I woke up. So that was totally great. After that, not so great. Here’s the cliffnotes version:

  • Woke up bloated and emotional. Pants. So. Tight.
  • Argued with my husband over something that wasn’t his fault. Still sorry, sweetie. (And I couldn’t even cry because my makeup would run. Prissy girl problems.)
  • Kid drama in the car on the way to school.
  • Z-boy forgot his lunch box and got out of the car sobbing at the school drop off. Dude, you have money in your account to buy lunch. Not a big deal! You WILL be fed!
  • Got a text from Z-boy’s teacher that apparently the sobbing didn’t stop when he went in the classroom doors. Silver lining is that Z-boy’s teacher is a saint and handles him beautifully. Teachers do not get paid enough!
  • Pediatrician’s office called. They can’t refill my son’s medicine because he’s never been on it. False. He’s been on it for at least a year. Another silver lining, the nurse was very nice and we cleared up the confusion pretty quickly.
  • CONSTIPATED. Seriously, this sucks. I have struggled with this so much since I’ve lost weight. Maybe I need more fat in my diet to help grease my colon so things will slide out. LOL! I mean, it gets to the point that you’re on the toilet so long that you’re waiting for the toilet to pull a Netflix and be all like, “Are you still pooping? Click here to contine.”
  • And the grand finale to my morning was the arrival of Aunt Flo. There HAS to be a better way to celebrate not adding a 5th child to the family. :/

    So how is your day going?

Shake Your Booty

“Do I have a butt? My butt is wittle! Shake dat booty! Shake dat booty!”

Now imagine this coming from a 2 year old wearing a fluffy, blue tulle Easter dress and flip flops at the check out at Joanns and you have my afternoon. Oh, and let’s not forget that she actually kinda twerked. How does she even do that???

Not that I’m complaining. These are the best days. Some days it’s timeout and stern talks, other days it’s tutus and tennis shoes. Give me tutus and tennis shoes any day!