I felt like I was in high school this morning. I had the equivalent to the thought: “Why is she more popular than me?”
Once I realized that it’s really hard to be the most popular girl once you graduate, I quickly changed my thought to: “Well, why doesn’t she like me?”
I hate days that start off this way. Most of them don’t. Most of the time I’m just too busy to really and truly care. But occasionally, when I decide to look at Facebook before I drink a Diet Coke, I care.
I don’t look at others’ lives and think: “They’re life is so much better.” I usually think: “I wonder how they staged that one.”
My high school nemesis was: “Why don’t they like me? Why wasn’t I invited? Why can’t my hair stand up that high?”
I am more mature now than in high school. In general. On a Tuesday. And I have coping methods to waive away pity parties. (Unless I bring cake. Then I eat the pity party cake before waiving it away.)
Exercise generally helps. So today at 9:45am I put on a bathing suit and did a few laps.
Because nothing is better for a low self-esteem than putting on a bathing suit.
What do you do when you feel like you’re back in high school?
I also turn to shoes. They’ve never let me down. They’ve given me blisters, but I know they don’t mean to
I sent two kids to their rooms for fighting all through dinner. My 10 year old had to go the bathroom. But I had told him he had to stay in his room. And he wanted to be obedient.
So instead of using the bathroom, he took the screen out of his window, peed on the lawn and ran around the outside of the house.
Because this would be staying in his room and using the bathroom would not be.
I really, really, really need a sheet cake.
Occasionally I’ve been known to eat sugar when stressed. This generally occurs after 3:15pm. I’m sure this is random and does not coincide with school being let out at this time. I’m doing everything I can to believe grapes can give me the same fake, highly processed high. The unripe bitter ones seem to help; mostly by making me nauseous.
And mostly I’m succeeding. (It isn’t my fault it’s Girl Scout Season.) (Nor is it my fault that my daughter is a Brownie and I drive her to troop meetings twice a month and helped her reach her “cookie goal.”)
But Spring Break is in 1.5 weeks. Many of you may be expecting me to say that I’m heading to Daytona Beach, due to my completely carefree, spontaneous, and uplifting take on life. But it was booked. So I’m taking my 3 kids to Salt Lake City; which is pretty much the same thing, if you think about it.
And while I’m there, I’m going swimming suit shopping. I am determined to buy a swimming suit that isn’t black nor will it have “wonder” in the title. So for the next 10 days, sugar will be down to a minimum.
And 10 minutes after I buy a swimming suit, I’ll be at In and Out Burger.