TMI
I should probably be posting about all the fabulous outings I've been on in the last few weeks, all the fun I've had not gaining a single pound whilst eating holiday fudge and making delicious treats, getting Christmas cards out to all my friends and family and having all my thoughtful gifts wrapped beautifully under the fully decorated Christmas tree...but it would all be a lie.
Instead I feel like acting like a brat and venting about all my struggles and wondering out loud why life is hard and why I signed up for this. Even though I know it could be worse, today--it doesn't make me feel any better. I want to tell the whole wide world why they should feel sorry for me but then I'd regret it tomorrow.
If I ever make a book out of our blog--this entry will not be included.
I wish I was a kid again. I want to be a CHILD. Kids have it so easy:
~ Santa is real and he will make all your dreams come true
~ December is magical and every day is bliss
~ You don't have to care for anyone, in fact--YOU are the one being cared for
~ You can nap anytime you want
~You don't have to drive in the snow--you just play in it
~ You don't have to count calories or fat grams
~ Everyone is happy in your eyes and you don't feel the stress of anything
~ Money is not an issue
~You get to sleep until you want
~ You watch cartoons
~ Your biggest worry is what flavor of jelly to have with your peanut butter sandwich
~ People push you in strollers
~ You don't have to work to pay the bills
~ You trust everyone implicitly
~ You are completely oblivious to the evil in the world
~ You forgive quickly and love unconditionally
Some days I just want to escape the drudgery of real life and be a child. Even if it was just one day. I would love to feel that wonder and excitement again.
Instead I feel like acting like a brat and venting about all my struggles and wondering out loud why life is hard and why I signed up for this. Even though I know it could be worse, today--it doesn't make me feel any better. I want to tell the whole wide world why they should feel sorry for me but then I'd regret it tomorrow.
If I ever make a book out of our blog--this entry will not be included.
I wish I was a kid again. I want to be a CHILD. Kids have it so easy:
~ Santa is real and he will make all your dreams come true
~ December is magical and every day is bliss
~ You don't have to care for anyone, in fact--YOU are the one being cared for
~ You can nap anytime you want
~You don't have to drive in the snow--you just play in it
~ You don't have to count calories or fat grams
~ Everyone is happy in your eyes and you don't feel the stress of anything
~ Money is not an issue
~You get to sleep until you want
~ You watch cartoons
~ Your biggest worry is what flavor of jelly to have with your peanut butter sandwich
~ People push you in strollers
~ You don't have to work to pay the bills
~ You trust everyone implicitly
~ You are completely oblivious to the evil in the world
~ You forgive quickly and love unconditionally
Some days I just want to escape the drudgery of real life and be a child. Even if it was just one day. I would love to feel that wonder and excitement again.
Comments
1. we get to do whatever we want-no one tells us what to do.
2. We don't have to do homework anymore.
3. We can go anywhere we want with out having to tell anyone where we're going.
4. We get to make money so we can decide what we want to buy.
5. We're in charge!
HAHAHA-I get reminded of this almost every day in my classroom. The "this isn't fair" complaint is a constant companion with little kids. It's sad really...while we're in the innocent fun stage we're wishing for more responsibility...when we get more responsibility we REALLY wish we didn't have it!
I love you Rae! Just so you know, I'll push your stroller for you any day! =)
ps. and if you're REALLY down, just sing Christmas carols with armpit farts. If it's good enough for David Cook, it's good enough for me.