- I lived at home, and the stories about my possible “death by family suffocation/obligation” would have been bountiful.
- You would have been overwhelmed with selfies of me at church, purposefully photobombing the priest.
- I had a perm. AND bangs.
- You would have heard about one of my old jobs where the boss had a toe thumb. He had lost a thumb in an accident so he had his TOE surgically removed and put on his hand, as his new thumb. ON PURPOSE. Let’s just say that every time I saw him, all I did was stare at his toe thumb. I think I lasted a month before I had to quit – toe thumb nightmares were keeping me up at night.
- You were happily spared photo heavy posts involving the many hideous bridesmaid catastrophes I had to wear. Suck it Raw silk and dyed to match shoes!
- Many, many pictures of me and my mom in our pjs, watching Sex in the City and giggling like hyenas.
- You were spared regular posts titled, “OMG, we had the best time last night, but don’t tell my mom” and “Oops, I kissed a guy again but it’s ok because he was cute” and “I have a crush on one of the waiters at my family’s restaurant. Again.”
- You would have enjoyed the lovely evolution of alcohol I would enjoy, then barely stomach, and then permanently ban. It went something like this: Wildberry coolers, Peach Schnapps, Jack Daniels, anything mint, Mike’s hard lemonade and ouzo.
- Recipes would have included The Perfect Coke Float, and that’s it.
- You were spared fashion posts involving what to wear with black, super wide-leg pants and why thong underwear is comfortable.
These are the five things (ironically, they all start with C) that bring me comfort
1. CHILDREN (mine, of course)
Yes, I do bribe them to sit pretty in the pictures. Worth every penny.
It’s a pricey, yet necessary comfort for Mommy.
Cookbooks are glorious and you can never have too many. Seriously, if someone could convince my husband of this, I would so appreciate it.
Isn’t my husband handsome?
I mean laughter and the funny stuff, but chuckles started with the letter C so I went with it. Nothing is better than laughter and funny stuff and laughing so hard you can’t breathe, and that always brings me comfort.
This makes me laugh:
So does this:
And everything that comes out of this guy’s mouth is perfection:
UPDATED: I had to edit my post to add a sixth – CARDIGANS!! How could I forget CARDIGANS??? Also, coincidentally cardigans starts with a C, if you hadn’t noticed.
Thanks to the lovely MamaKat for inspiring this little post.
- It teaches and promotes life-long patience. (Exactly how many times in one’s lifetime can we really say, “Flush the toilet!” I’ll let you know!)
- It gives me glimpses into what I looked like as a young child. (Yes, sadly there really aren’t that many pictures of me as a young girl, but then who really takes pictures of kid #4?)
- It has allowed me the ability to perfect the art of baking a chicken nugget. (Birth two picky eaters – check!)
- Because of Motherhood I know what a Zooble, GoGo, YugiOh, Pokemon, and Lalaloopsy is, and why the loss of any of them may result in screaming, crying, and whining.
- Swear words are really funny when heard coming out of a five year old’s mouth. (I don’t promote it, I simply enjoy it.)
- I became a body fluids NINJA – nothing phases me anymore. (I freak out on the INSIDE!)
- The realization that you’re never too old to play. (I’m also not too old or clueless to beat my 8yo “video game master” at Wii Bowling thanks very much – I knew that University Psych degree would come in handy one day.)
- The Starbucks coffee breaks are a real plus.
- Getting hugged often by two cute, funny little people works really well as an anti-depressant. (Simultaneously cost effective and heart warming – double WIN.)
- The giggles. Hands down
Thanks to MamaKat for the inspiration to write this post!