But, I don't like to do extra if I don't have to, you know. I don't like inserting my head where it doesn't belong because 1. I don't want responsibility for anything and 2. I don't like drama. So you know what super gets me confused? People who have the energy to leave negative/snippy comments on social media. Oh, I'll say something punchy to my screen, but the act of typing it out and knowing I'm entering The Drama Zone makes me nauseous. I barely blog any more, why on earth would I spend any precious keystrokes on anything I don't HAVE to be involved in?
Do I sound 87 yet? Case in point, WG came home upset about her bus driver, so I asked on a local moms group how to get ahold of the district's bussing dept. And a few helpful people pointed me in the right direction, while a few others questioned my parenting. Who has the energy? This is why I get a little queasy whenever I pop onto social media, because opinions are lurking. Drama is hiding out somewhere. And I spend a lot of actual physical energy actually dodging drama in my real life.
Now, as a pallate cleanser from the talk about drama, here is how we spent our anniversary:
Note - I was the only person in the house who did not throw up that day. I saved it all for the next day, woo!
And here is a butterfly on my hand next to a butterfly on WG's hand:
Just out of the frame - a sobbing Thing 3 who couldn't get any butterflies to land on him because he wouldn't stop jumping up and down.
2 comments:
I feel that there is a large portion of the parenting community that feels so lost in their own responsibilities and know how that lashing out is their counterproductive therapy. Hence, I'm not on Facebook, and I hold my cards very close to my chest.
The world as a whole is very touchy and if people don't agree than someone must be wrong and I don't want it to be me because, see above.
Ha! Cheetah does that too. "I'll catch the butterfly and make it land on me!! Yes, that's the solution." :)
Best of luck with it all.
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