First order of business. Congratulations to Erin, Random.org chose you (commenter #4) as the winner of The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Flour-Free Eating Giveaway. And there was much rejoicing.
Second order of business. If you are a feed reader, go ahead and click through to the main page today. I’ve given the site a minor facelift, scroll down to the bottom to see the majority of the effort. I believe I need to add one more general category of top content to that section, but I’m not quite sure what it should be, perhaps some of Laundry’s Greatest Hits? I don’t know, I’m stumped.
A while ago, I lost a friend to suicide, none of us had any clue that her life was a charade, from the outside she looked happy. Had I known, I’d have owned up to the fights with my husband that started over stupid crap, but left both of us wondering where do we go from here. I would have told her that there are days I wonder why I was given the kids I have. We all have those days, we all have those moments we feel we can’t do it. Some of it gets easier as we grow as people, some of it is natural maturation, but that doesn’t make it any easier in the hard times.
No matter how hard we try to make it appear as though we have it together, most of us are really kind of bumbling along. We screw up, we fall on our faces, and occasionally, we look like fools. We have a choice, we can own those moments and learn to laugh at ourselves, or we can let all these little failures turn into a gaping chasm of guilt waiting to consume us in the dark watches of the night. Rather than burying it and pretending that everything is always sunshine, roses, and glittery unicorn poop, I started the Sunday Confessional.
I signed my oldest up for football. He’s six. It’s his first (and mine, too) experience with sports. He doesn’t even know what a coach is. I’ve tried to explain it, but . . . let’s just say he’s taking after my husband and I in the geek department. I don’t even know whether it’s tackle or flag. It doesn’t say on the fliers, it doesn’t say on the website. I don’t know what equipment we need, the coach won’t call me back, probably thinks I’m a neurotic whack job and he’s half right. The first practice is tomorrow. I’m scared I’m sending my little boy -metaphorically, he’s off the growth chart- into a situation where he’s going to get picked on due to my ignorance. For now, I’m trying to drill into his head that the words are teammates and opponents, not allies and enemies.
What about you? What do you need to get off your chest? Go ahead and make it anonymous if you must, just keep it clean.