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There are days when you feel so on top of the world and think that no one can even come close to touching the gigantic lead you've got on the rest of the human race...
...And then there are the days when you completely disregard the "suggested serving size" for your container of ice cream. For four containers of your ice cream.
There are moments where you get your stuff done like a competent member of society and actually produce stuff that makes you want to call up your fourth grade English teacher and thank her for inspiring you. (This tearful scene even plays out in your mind to the swelling of music. Perhaps Wind Beneath My Wings. Oh my God, that would be so pretty.)
...And there are moments where you wonder why anyone believed you when you said you could do all of these things with words and paper and deadlines and "work" and "returning phone calls," because now- apparently- you're expected to "do them." (And now you're feeling more Miss Otis Regrets than Wind Beneath My Wings- except you're feeling like the guy that Bette Midler shot in the former song. Have I lost all of you?)
There are the times when your kid tells you that you look so good that you must be going to a meeting. And when she asks if you took a shower, you regally nod and affirm that you have. Because you're wearing mascara. And pants. And socks that match and deodorant and shoes that are inappropriate for the season.
...And there will always be the times when you wish you were half as great as your mother thinks you are. Or at least that everyone knew how great she thinks you are. This one may actually be doable.
Because she's offered to call/write/email/show up in person to tell them.
And the encouragement/potential embarrassment of that scenario playing out is what keeps you going.
At least until your husband replenishes the sad state of affairs in the freezer.
4 comments:
You mean the serving size of ice cream is only like, one scoop?? Because I always have three.
That explains my pooch 8 months postpartum.
Also? You ARE awesome.
I think the serving sizes are a vast conspiracy. Because not one person I've spoken with has been like- yup! Half a cup! I'm totally good!
No you haven;t lost me. I am having one of those days as well. AND the one constant and the one "know for sure fact"... you are absolutely the best and brillant and a great mom, a talented writer and a fantastic daughter. So give your self a break and know, this too shall pass.
I want to know, if I had my house professionally cleaned before Christmas, why is there dust everywhere today?
It's because the twins are dusty. Like Pigpen.
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