Should I be worried? As it is, I have horrible luck without this added pressure. Yes friends, for some reason I logged into my Twitter account tonight and guess what I saw? 666 Followers can ONLY mean trouble. :)
I exist and am ruled by a brain that adapts to crazy and is constantly creating words.
That is part of the problem.
The doctor calls it mental illness. I call it truth. I have come to conclude that those who suffer only do so because the creative world that lives inside, occupies the space typically reserved for rational decisions and adult behavior.
I want to be a gypsy.
I exist and am ruled by a fear that adapts to perceptions and is constantly conforming.
That is part of the problem.
The ex calls it insanity. I call it sad. I have come to conclude that those who suffer do so because of the mental illness that so awesomely resides in that space.
I want to share love.
I exist and am ruled by a trigger that adapts to dysfunctions and is constantly firing back.
I’m no different than the rest of the parents in the world — I think my kids are the coolest. You busted me. From time to time, I’ve even used them to further my Facebook [insert sarcasm] popularity. I never wanted to be one of those parents, but, I can’t help it at times.
Personally, I think I’ve done a fine enough job of embarrassing myself. Here are more Facebook status updates from the archives of my life.
My son wanted attention, and I needed to work. After a few days, staying home began to make me feel more guilty than dropping him off at daycare. Finally, I had to break it down to him. Here’s how it happened:
Me: Nicholas, you have to pretend I’m one of those normal moms who goes to work each morning in an office or something. I’m so sorry but I can’t cater to you every second of the day. We’ll play hockey in a couple hours. Why don’t you go read a book for thirty minutes.
Nicholas: Oh, I’m sorry, I can’t hear you since you’re at work in some office.
My oldest is eighteen now and I’ve been blocked by him on Facebook more times than I can count. It’s tough raising boys when you’re a sappy mom who has NO clue. During a time when I wasn’t blocked one of Tyler’s Facebook status updates made my heart sing. (See Screenshot below)
I think what he’s trying to say is that his love of music is diversified and because of this, he’s become a more culturally aware person. His ability to love No Doubt and Eminem defines him as a person who appreciates art.
I taught him early to respect people who were free in showing vulnerability through music. I allowed him to listen to music that no other mother would have believed. I explained to him how art evolves in many forms and words translate differently to everyone.
In this respect, I am completely triumphant as a parent. So here is the actual screenshot from his Facebook page. Pay attention to the comments which are hilarious and sweet. Bottom line? I didn’t completely “f” up as a mother.