Today is my monthly Fly-on-the-Wall post, the one I do with a bunch of other bloggers. You’ll see their links at the bottom of the page. This post captures lots of little moments of life over the past month…ya know, as if you were a fly on the wall of my life, which is a scary thought because I have two boys who make it a sport to kill any unfortunate insect that happens to wander into my house. So, if you were a fly on my wall, just know, you’ll be dead VERY soon. But, thanks for stopping by.
Earlier in the month, we flew to California to celebrate my father-in-law and his wife’s 80th birthdays. The party was a festive luau at my sister-in-law, Penny’s house. People whom I’d seen in photos with names I’d maybe once known came from miles around to celebrate.
I sort of wanted to hide in the bathroom and talk to the animal figurines in Penny’s linen closet because things like this give me social anxiety. And having to carry on a meaningful conversation with someone for more than three minutes feels like juggling plates in the air. It’s like “whoa! look at me! I’m still doing it! Still doing it!!! ‘oh crap, she just asked me a question and I wasn’t listening!’ CRASH! Broken china everywhere!”
Earlier in the day, as we all worked feverishly setting up tables and chairs, hanging decorations and fretting over photo collages, my father-in-law kept walking around reminding us to put out plenty of salmonella candles to keep the mosquitoes away.
The party turned out really great. Most likely because I wasn’t drinking.
A few weeks ago, my older son Andrew and I were in Kroger. He’s got my sense of humor and constantly makes me laugh. Sometimes we just walk around and make fun of things and people. Over in the dairy department, he picked up a gallon of lactose free milk and in his most exaggerated southern old lady voice, said:
“If there’s one thing I won’t tolerate, it’s lactose!!!”
I laughed for the next 20 minutes. (Guess you had to be there.)
This is the same kid who says “Mom, come sit down and relax. Put your feet up on the abdomen.”
I hate it when I comment on someone’s FB photo of their baby, saying “oh, he’s so precious!” but every time auto correct changes precious to previous. And I rarely catch it.
Right now, my younger son, Jack and I are in Raleigh, NC at his baseball all-stars tournament. Why do hotels have square pillows on the beds? Not throw pillows, but the ones you’re supposed to sleep on. They’re about 2/3 the size of a regular pillow. Do they think that your head shrinks when you travel. Who made this decision?
And why are hotels so darn superstitious? No 13th floors. No #13 rooms. I mean, seriously! This is a legitimate question.
My website Travel Ball Parents is gaining more momentum everyday. I’m still a little shocked by this.
Okay, it’s 10 am. Time to hit the publish button. Have a great weekend and take a look at the other bloggers’ fly links below.
http://www.BakingInATornado.com Baking In A Tornado
http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/ Spatulas on Parade
http://followmehome.shellybean.com Follow Me Mome
http://www.menopausalmom.com/ Menopausal Mother
http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools
http://batteredhope.blogspot.com Battered Hope
http://www.justalittlenutty.com/ Just A Little Nutty
http://themomisodes.com The Momisodes
http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com Someone Else’s Genius
http://gndisney.wordpress.com Disneyland in Kentucky
http://www.juiceboxconfession.com Juicebox Confession
http://dinoheromommy.com/ Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
http://www.angelaweight.com Sanity Waiting to Happen
http://www.southernbellecharm.com Southern Belle Charm
http://thesadderbutwisergirl.com The Sadder But Wiser Girl
http://singlemumplusone.blogspot.com Searching for Sanity
http://www.gomamao.com Go Mama O
http://eileensperpetuallybusy.blogspot.com/ Eileen’s Perpetually Busy
It’s just so much fun when our kids are old enough to understand our sense of humor and mirror it back. Learning to laugh through life is one of the most important things we can teach them.
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love that your son has your sense of humor and joke around with him. I hope I can joke around with AJ like that when he’s older.
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I totally get the whole social anxiety thing. I’m a hot mess at parties like that.
I’m glad it turned out well and you had a good time.
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Daughter, Mama and I all have the same sense of humor. I love that about us. And if you find the answer to the hotel pillows, please share! I want to know. Yes, I carry my own cos I can’t stand theirs………
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How old is Andrew? He sounds like a true gentleman and a great sense of humor. There are people who will not stay in a hotel with a 13th floor. Pretty sad, wouldn’t you agree?
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Social anxiety…man, I’m right there with you. Good for you for making it through! BTW, I don’t think I’ll ever picture an ottoman the same way again! I’m always so glad to read about families that joke around with one another. Laughing together makes the world go ’round.
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“mom put your feet up on the abdomen” ROTFL
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I’d be worried if the hotel had a room 1408 which, not so coincidentally adds up to 13…
Congrats on the baseball! Both my boys were champions in their leagues this season, so I’m right there with you with the pride and stuff. 🙂
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