How many of you have looked at a social media post and thought this at least once: 1. I wish I had a body like her. 2. I wish my marriage was happier like hers. 3. Damnnnnnnn, I wish I could take a trip like she did?
We all remember "that" girl or "that" boy. You know what I am talking about. You remember the ones who left the lasting impressions. OMG! Guess what mine was? My mom had me cut my hair real short. I was awkward the way it was, I had glasses and back then glasses were not cool like they are today. "D.A." they nicknamed me. Short for "Ducks Ass."
“Mom, I Googled Mile High Club.” “Gianna, You don’t have internet.” “I asked a friend to Google it.” “Dear Lord Gianna!” “I know it’s something sexual on a plane. That's gross. Is that what it is? Mom, Tell me!" Silently I am saying to myself, can you just stop talking please. STOP. Just STOP! For the love of god and everything that is holy, PLEASE STOP!
Hey Mama! I love pizza! I mean I LOVE PIZZA. Good pizza. Not fast food delivery pizza or frozen pizza. My hubs and kids love pizza. But what I really love is the cheese and the sauce. Ok, maybe just the cheese. I figured out a way to have cheese almost daily. I gave up meat but there is no way in hell I can ever give up Mozzarella, Ricotta or Burrata! Not happening! I MUST share with you these different ways I eat "Pizza" on any day that ends in "Y."
Picture it... You have something to share that means a lot to you, something you feel is important and the response you get is immediate and dismissive. You then shut down. You know if you respond it can get ugly. You were never taught the skills to have an adult, mature conversation. You cave. You hate yourself for doing it! The cycle never ends.
Mom, are you and dad getting a divorce? "A" and I listened to your argument and most of it was pretty funny but you slept on the couch. I think you guys fight a lot. But Anthony and I couldn't stop laughing especially when dad said, "I am sick of you saying nobody's perfect." "Thanks G, glad our misery brought you and A some bedtime entertainment!"
Ok mamas, ever look in the mirror while standing in your underwear and grab your rolls and think MY GOD... what the hell is that? Guilty party of 1! Then I think, I don't want Gianna to ever NOT love her body!
First of all, when I hear one of my monsters say , "I can't do it," I want to physically shake the hell out of them. This was instilled in me when I was child and if you ask my father the story he will tell you over and over again how he yelled at me when I was a Diamond Ski Slope and crying I couldn't go down the mountain and he about lost it! (Mind you, I was around 4 years old.
Everything I need to know I learned in Kindergarten. BULL! Lies, it's all lies! No one tells you the ugly stuff. No one warns you about hormonal tweens. No one tells you that the Exorcist enters your house and on any given day her head may or may not spin around.
As a mom who screws up daily I just Googled "Qualities of a Good Mom". Mama, are you ready for these? Because I now want to jump off a bridge. I'll give you the address, we can do it together!