Monday, April 27, 2009

Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery. Really!

I have the pleasure of knowing a couple of my blogging friends in "real" life (yes, I meant to put "real" in quotation marks. What is "real" life anyway? There, that should give you something to ponder for a minute or two.). Recently (as in today), one of them posted her "Random Musings" that was actually a list of questions.

Since the well of blogging ideas is running a little dry in the Land O' Imperfect (yes, I have my own land), I thought I'd copy her questions and answer them here!

How totally shameless am I?! It's awesome!

Here we go. For clarity, the original question will be purple.

***Do you ever wake up in the morning and decide that you HATE the color, cut, and style of your hair? Do you then spend countless hours searching for a picture of a new complementary 'do while ignoring your family and the house? Do you then discover that no hairdo is good enough, only to look up and discover that your family and home have been neglected for shallow reasons? No? That's just me? Huh.

For the record, I like Mrs. Nurse Boy's hair. It's only MY hair that I sometimes hate. Lately, I hate it A LOT. I hate the cut. I can't really tell you what happened since it used to be a good cut. I think it has something to do with four stylists in about 12-18 months (and there's a reason I keep switching).

The color is okay, but rather unremarkable. My highlights are a little too yellow.

Oh, and I find that if you Google "medium hair styles" and than look though Google images, you can find a lot of great ideas. Sadly, I'm too much of a chicken poop to try any. The devil you do know is better than the devil you don't know.......at least when it comes to hair.

***Do you ever feel like you are the ONLY one trying to keep the house clean and tidy? PLEASE don't tell me that is just me!

I believe this is a precursor to a "discussion" that goes something like this: Why do I even bother? I spend all of my time trying to make the house nice and someone turns right around and messes it up. Can't anyone else see this mess? Is there any particular reason why the dish didn't get rinsed off? Why are the shoes in the middle of the floor? ARE BOTH OF YOUR ARMS BROKEN?!

***Do you ever find yourself wishing that your oldest was back in diapers and potty training because, while you once thought that was the hardest part of parenting, you now know that it gets so much more difficult. (I NEVER thought I would feel that way and, for the record, I am exaggerating. But, I do miss the simplicity of those parenting days...)

I've finally reached a stage in parenting where I look back and think "man was I ever naive. Did I really think THAT was the 'hard' stage?". Unfortunately, I also realize that as hard as NOW can be, I know it will only get harder. Finally, just before I'm ready to tar and feather my offspring, he'll move out, fall in love, get married *sob* and start hanging out with his wife's parents. I will then sit in an empty nest and wonder what was so hard about that parenting gig anyway. Because the hardest part is when they are no longer there.

***Do you ever look into your children's eyes and find yourself amazed and proud of who they have become? Yet, still anxious to see who they will be?

Yes. I pray that the positive parts of his personality survive adolescence.

***Do you ever wake up in the morning and wish you could throw the alarm away and sleep for several more hours? (I think I feel that way every morning.)

Currently my alarm clock plays white noise so the baby will sleep. I don't know if it's really necessary, but I'm afraid to turn it off and find out.

My alarm is really MotH's cell phone, so throwing it would likely get me in a lot of trouble and cost me a significant amount of money.

But yes, I would l-o-v-e to just lay in bed for a couple more hours every morning. I rarely great a new day with a smile. I usually get pulled into a new day kicking and groaning.

***Do you ever wish you were the "Daddy," since daddys are welcomed home with a song and a dance and mommys field the "Can I have a snack?" and "When is dinner?" questions?

I try to tell myself "they know they can depend on me to care for them", but the reality is that dad is the good time guy and I'm the meal wagon. I've come to believe that high on the list of requirements for being a mom is "able to be taken for granted" (hopefully just by kids, not hubbys too).

***Do you ever find yourself wishing you had a "life" only to discover that your calendar is too full of soccer games, play dates, and birthday parties to have one?

Honestly, no. First, because AM isn't involved in any sports right now. Second, because we really don't have many "friends" that would invite us, or AM, to a birthday party. I wish I had a few more things on my calendar. I sound rather pathetic.

***Do you ever long for 10 minutes of nothing but pure silence and a Diet Coke? And, maybe, some dark chocolate?

YES! It's a sad, sad thing when I look forward to a trip to the grocery store because I can go by myself and think my own, uninterrupted, thoughts. Plus, the check-out lines have plenty of chocolate and I can eat it in my car, on the ride home (which sometimes isn't the a-to-b route, but more of an a-g-y-q-m-e-b route, if you catch my drift. Especially if there's a good song on the radio.), without someone trying to talk me out of it.

So there you go, Mrs. Nurse Boy. You asked, I answered. You may not have wanted my answers, but you gave me something to blog about. For that I say "thank you".

4 comments:

Chaos-Jamie said...

you make me laugh.

You know I'd have you over all the time if I thought AM would cross my threshold. I keep telling Frodo that when he quits crying about every little thing, he can play with AM again.

Mr. and Mrs. Nurse Boy said...

For the record, I love your hair. Unfortunately, I would have to get extentions. Or wait a couple of years. Sigh.

I love your answers! That was certainly fun to read. I am glad I could inspire someone to get their bloggy groove on.

Mrs. Nurse Boy

mommy4life said...

Thanks for the laugh. I tell my dentist that it is a bad thing that I look forward to my visits with him because I get to sit still, lean back and not cater to ANYBODY for 30 minutes! Even the drill doesn't bother me! I also use the grocery store and longggggg way home as an escape.....

Anonymous said...

And not so happens))))