Monday, March 30, 2015

Welcome to Fantasy Island

Sometimes I wonder how personal to get with my blog... Do I keep it light? How much do I put out there of my own story?  It's a fine line... And generally I enjoy relating funny stories about parenting
or my Seinfeld- esque life.  I like to laugh and try not to take life too seriously- but let's face it, we all have times in life where no matter how much we don't let things affect us... Sometimes they just do.  We find ourselves in a situation that's just hard to make light of.  It's life.  Sometimes we're riding that wave of life and the wave takes us in a direction we weren't expecting and don't like.  And the wave crashes us into the shore leaving us broken and bruised and we look around for a boat or any kind of raft (even those little neon plastic arm floaties would do) so we can get back to where we were before, but there's nothing but the little island we've been left on and a mean looking stormy ocean.  So we have no choice but to swim the stormy sea with no boat or life jacket and it's really scary.  It's dark and stormy (isn't that the name of a drink? Dark & Stormy? Note to self: look into how to make that) and vast- yet, somehow you know through out the entire haggering experience that you'll somehow be ok, and you have faith that the ocean, though it will knock you around in the process, will eventually lead you to a sunny, beautiful tropical resort where there's a cool reggae band playing and Mr. Rourke from Fantasy Island will be waiting to hand you a fruity drink with a little umbrella in it.

Well, I've been in the ocean for a while, but the waves have settled and the sun is peeking though from behind the clouds and I have one of those plastic tube things with a big ducky on the front...

(beggars can't be choosers).. And I'm just yards away from the tropical island and I can see Mr. Rourke waiting for me with the umbrella drink :).  I'm hoping to stay at this resort for a while... I need to soak up some sun and I hear there are shirtless cabana boys with tight black pants and nice tans there to fan guests with those big leaves... So... Yeah.

And things in life always show up when you need them most. Yoga has been such an awesome  outlet.. This teacher training couldn't have come at a better time in my life.  Speaking of which, it will be over in May!!  I can't even believe it!  It's been such a journey and I will miss it.  I've been aiming to practice yoga 3-4 times per week.  It keeps me sane (or as sane as is possible for me :).  Meditation.. Although I'm still working on "quieting the mind".. Has also been a great tool.  When I can stop the mental buzz for even a few moments, I'm amazed at what I find & figure out about myself.  It's a work in progress, but when I can go 3 minutes without singing either a Taylor Swift or Fresh Beat Band song in my head- I consider it a success!

And I'll leave you with an amusing story that will surely inspire you to vote for me as "Mother of The Year"...
So I can have a potty mouth.  I mean... I keep it in check most of the time, but I've been known to wait until the kids go to bed so I can freely use my bad words. Maybe it's a Boston thing..who knows?  Anyway, I'm ever so careful around the kids of course.. But on occasion I slip up.  And it's never outright blatant- it's usually under my breath when I'm frustrated.  Well, my children don't miss a thing.  They're like little super sleuths..  Nothing gets past those 2.  So apparently one day as I was emptying the vacuum into the trash, it spilled over and went everywhere and I said.. "this fucking vacuum!!!"  And I honestly didn't think anyone heard it, but I guess Ben did.  He heard it, and stored it in his little head and waited for an appropriate time to use it.  So days later, as I was vacuuming the living room, Ben was jumping on the couch and I told him to stop and get off, to which he replied "No Mommy! I won't get off so you can fucking vacuum!"  He assumed the 2 words went together.  I was horrified and amused all at the same time.  I sent him to his room for using naughty language and then explained that mommy said a bad word and that I shouldn't have said that, but it was a mistake and I wouldn't say it again!  Then I secretly laughed to myself and vowed to be more careful.  But I'm holding my breath and hoping the next time he sees a vacuum it doesn't trigger anything :).  Me and my potty mouth!! (Sorry mom & dad!).  

Of course now I want to end this blog with "Have a great fucking week" :).  But I won't.  Instead I'll say Happy Monday!