7 Things
No one has tagged me for the 7 Things meme, but I’m out of ideas for posts, so you’re getting it anyway. I’m sure that violates some rule of the Holy Order of the Memes, but we all know I really don’t give a damn about that, don’t we?
1. My feet are claustrophobic. I hate wearing shoes and socks. I much prefer flip-flops or bare feet around the house. Coincidentally, my feet also get really cold, so I need socks or slippers or something. It’s no fun at all.
2. I’m a better mother than I thought I would be. I find that I am much more selfless than I ever thought possible. Don’t get me wrong… I do have my fair share of “things sure were a lot EASIER before we had THIS BABY” moments, but they’re fewer than I had anticipated. I also don’t lose my Fire Of A Thousand Suns Temper with Maddie nearly as often as I do with other people. *coughGeraldcough*
3. I really miss my dad. Since he’s gotten married, he’s never around. It’s like he started a new life and I’m not a part of it. Have I told him this? Are you stupid? Of course I haven’t told him. Unless passive-aggressive snotty comments count. Then, I have totally told him.
4. I’m a singer. I sing along with every song playing in the car. I try not to because I’m sure Gerald’s sick and freakin’ tired of it, but I can’t help myself. It just happens. And I’m not one of those poseurs who stops singing at a stop light because they’re too cool for that shit. I keep right on singing.
5. I was a bad kid. Well, a bad teenager, to be more specific. I lied, stole, and wrecked havoc with abandon. I lost more friends than I care to remember. And rightly so, I might add. (However, I still have ONE friend from those tumultuous years and I treasure her above all others.) (Hi Becky!) Even though I’m no longer that person, I live in an almost constant state of regret. I’m an insomniac, and every night as I lie awake in bed for hours, my mind replays scenes from those days. It’s my own personal Hell. One day, I’d really like to forgive myself and move on. Enough already, you know?
6. When I FINALLY lose weight, I worry that I won’t know who to be. Now, I’m the funny one. The typical funny fat person. Will I still be funny when I’m skinnier? What happens when I don’t need humor to protect myself and distract from my size? How will I fit in?
7. I’m glad I waited to get married and have a baby. We got married eight days before I turned 28 and I had Maddie when I was 30. Sometimes, I regret being an “older mother,” but not often. I’ve lived my life, done the things I want to do. When I met Gerald, I was ready to settle down. When we had Maddie, I was ready to be a mom. I think the life experience that I have is invaluable. My mom was 23 when I was born, and I cannot imagine being a mother at 23. I was still getting my shit together at 23. Ok, so I’m still getting my shit together RIGHT NOW, but you get my point.
So, there you have it. 7 things you probably didn’t know about me. Feel better now?
Ah, I am the same way about my feet. Freezing as all get out but I hate shoes. Socks I have learned to tolerate or it would be misery!
I also do the same thing about my teenage/early 20s years. I beat myself up and feel horrible. Slowly I am learning to let it go but something it sticks me like a bolt of lightening.
Finally, I agree about the getting married and have babies later. I would have been a horrid mother has I been younger. I am a much better mother/wife than I would have been back than BUT I still have my horrible moments (unlike you my patience with my son can wear thin quickly and I hate that…)
Oh and thanks for sharing - I like unsolicited thoughts - why do you think I read blogs!??!
Glad you enjoyed it : )
Yeah, that lightening bolt shit sucks, doesn’t it?
1. Funny. I like no shoes but I prefer socks on.
2. You’re a great mother. I think we all have to figure it out as we go.
3. Aww.
4. Cool.
5. Yikes that’s no good that you relive your teenage years. Has this changed since having Maddie. Maybe you’re more remorseful now that you’re raising a child yourself.
6. I wonder that too. Maybe that’s part of why I can’t motivate myself to lose weight.
7. That’s neat to hear. I got married right after I turned 20…started trying to conceive at 23…pregnant at 24…baby at 25. I’m happy with that. I thought I’d be done having children before 30. We weren’t able to have them earlier (and hubby isn’t ready for another quite yet) so 30 doesn’t seem so old to be having children anymore.
Oddly enough, the Teenage Angst thing hasn’t gotten better or worse since Maddie. It’s always been this bad. Well, since I developed a conscience, that is.
I am an all or nothing car singer too. My attitude is DEAL WITH IT!
Keeps me sane in the car.
I was so going to steal this Meme too (no one tags me for budkus) but decided, oddly, to write about puke today. But there’s always tomorrow.
And dude, if you are calling yourself an “older mother” at 30, I am a virtual senior citizen, and what’s up with thinking 30 is old anyway? So NOT.
I totally tag you to do this meme whenever you want to.
Not “old,” but older than a lot of moms I know.
I dig this meme, even though I normally think they are sort of boring. I would have tagged you, but tagging gives me the nervous tummy.
Great answers! I’m a much better mom than I thought I would be too. I thought I would feel beaten down all the time and I really…don’t.
My parents had me when they were 20 and 22 and the thought of me being at parent at that age makes me want to LAUGH and then PUKE.
Also, you can be skinny AND funny! HEL-LO!
Oops, I guess I forgot about you being funny and TINY. My bad.
I just started reading you (thank you, Tessie!) and I love this meme and your answers.
It’s funny about the marrying later/children later thing because I always thought I wanted to be a young mother (my mother was 18 when I was born) and I just got married last month at 32. When she was 32 she had been married, owned three different houses, had a 14-yr-old and a 9-year-old and had gotten divorced.
Um, I still have a hard time finding matching socks. I’m definitely happy I waited to get married and though I’m terrified that we’re waiting “too long” to start our family, I can only hope I surprise myself and become a better mother with MUCH more patience than I expect.
Yay! Another awesome blog to add to my sad little Google reader!!
Welcome, Stephanie : ) I’m glad you came by!
18? Wow. I cannot imagine. But, that’s how they did things a generation ago. Hell, my mom’s mom was 16, married and pregnant. Cripes!
i never got tagged either but I couldn’t help it so I did it today too! AMEN on the FEET.
Also - i’m totally a car singer but I’m also a car DANCER. so not only do I sing at the top of my lungs but I seem to think I’m in a night club. AND I’m a better mother than I thought I would be. AND I don’t think you’re an “older mother”. compared to most people I know we’re still on the younger end of things and there is NO WAY I could have had a baby in my early twenties.
I’ve often wondered about the weight thing myself but I actually think I’ll be funnier. I was more confident and a lot more likely to say the really snappy stuff when I was all skinny.
I don’t necessarily think I’m old, just older than a lot of moms I know. They seem to still be in their 20s and having kids.
Maybe you’re onto something with being skinny and feisty. Maybe that’s how it’ll be for me. Or maybe I’ll be so devastatingly beautiful that no one will even notice that I’m funny.
Hi back! I treasure you too! There are times I can’t believe that out of everyone, the two of us are the only ones left who are still friends (I don’t even think Deb & Kell talk anymore). But then I remember things like lying in that living room trying to get Grandma McC to go back to bed, the van’s not coming for 5 more hours! Next time you’re awake all night, quit dwelling on stupid stuff we’ve all forgotten, and think instead about “They’re coming to get me”. It’s way more fun.
OK, reading this, I think we may be kin. (Holy shit, did I just day kin)? Anyway, your answers completely reaffirm that you are a great mom, a conscientious woman, and too hard on yourself. If your dad was at the sem during the teenage years, you have an automatic pass. I ran with all of those kids, and I’ve got some stories, too, girl. And the weight thing? Yeah, I wonder about that, too. I feel more like myself than I have in years. Then the question becomes, who the hell was I the last few years, anyway? Good things to come, my dear. Good things…