Inspiration

Is there any one thing that inspires you?

Or do you find yourself getting inspiration from everything?

I ask because, for me, it’s 100% people. The way they act, talk; if they are different when with one group to the next.

And my kids? They’re an endless source.

I happen to work with some of the most entertaining and awesome people around. I feel like I laugh through most days and I’m lucky enough to work with people who are also PARENTS. The commiserating that goes on around the office is pretty hysterical.

You want to talk about how your daughter smacks people around? Ya, I’ve got someone you can talk to.

Your son does nothing but whine and jump off of tall structures? C’mon over, we’ve got someone dealing with that, too.

And laughter, goodness almighty, do we laugh here.

I could go on and on about tons of different people and how they are all freaking funny, but let’s get to the nitty gritty. Because there’s one person, she totally knows this is about her by the way…wicked ego on this one, and she gets it. Fully gets how insane my children are because her daughters are just as bonkers.

There isn’t a single story shared between the two of us that we can’t fully relate to. If you’ve ever raised 2 (or more) daughters, you’ll get it. If not, damn…I dislike you a little bit.

Have you ever sent your daughter out of the house with lipstick up to her nose? No? I have. I didn’t see the little bugger before I left. She took my lip gloss so she could be “pretty for school.”

Who the hell does she need to be pretty for?

I’ll just send in my little punk to handle this “pretty at school” situation. Because Maddie? She’ll beat some tail, laugh about it, and then give me the world’s longest story-excuse as to why it had to happen.

Really though, why in the world do kids do what they do? Is there a reason for the pushing or the hitting? And, when you tell them to use their words, they use them a little too well…if you know what I mean. (It’s hard to be mad when they use them in the correct context…)

At the end of the day, they are smarter than us and we are just going to have to take it and then laugh when they are no longer in sight.

I made the mistake of laughing AT them one time.  I was the world’s worst mommy for like 5 minutes. It was a blissfully peaceful 5 minutes. Which means it might not have been such a big mistake after all.

If you are one of those unlucky few, the ones that don’t work with some awesome (though only 60% as awesome as I am) people, I feel bad for you and it might be time for a new job.

If you can’t laugh with others about your struggles, then what’s the point in going to work? Other than making money to pay bills and those other “important” things everyone has to do when they are “responsible.”

You could eat cake.

Which is what I’d like to do right now.

Eat some damn cake.

Screw this diet.

I’m hungry.