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