*I will use each Tuesday to rat myself out about something! It’s all in good fun and I am sure that these “truth-day” revelations won’t be things people don’t already know about me!
I am horribly afraid of bees/wasps/black bees/anything with a stinger that flies. While I am not allergic, I have lied about it to people simply because it truly is this crazy thing I have. I heard once, when I was younger, that once a wasp stings you, they will repeatedly sting you. It’s almost like they continue to sting you. Now, granted, I haven’t ever been stung by one, but it made a memory for me and it’s truly translated throughout the years. When I am near a bee or anything like that, I literally freak out. It’s not pretty people and I am not proud of it either, but…it happens.
"Love is not about finding the right person, but creating a right relationship. It’s not about how much love you have in the beginning but how much love you build till the end."
I want this kind of love. I desire to have this kind of love. I strive to continue to persue this kind of love.
I have so many friends who are wounded/broken/bitter about relationships, but secretly, I know they still want the Knight in shining armor who will come and sweep them off their feet, but really, that isn’t what I want. I want the man who, in 50 years, I still dig and love to hang out with. I want the man who has built a life with me. Radical sex and hotness in general is good and all, but really, that stuff fades. There better be a foundation of something other than “he looks hot” for when he doesn’t look so hot! Not only that, I want to know that my husband and I have built something amazing and shared it with the world. I want to know that our life has helped others simply because that is who we are… so, with that, I say to all the single ladies (and I am speaking to myself as well), hold out for the RIGHT person to create the right relationship with. Wait for the man who wants to build something amazing with you. Keep being hopeful that as love builds, it’s on a solid foundation that lasts a lifetime!
Love rant over!
My son cracks me up! I am sure that he isn’t a savant and certainly couldn’t be the only child who makes up words, but I like to capture them and remember them, because soon enough, he won’t make things up like this! It’s all about creating memories!!!
Eye sashes (eye lashes)
Slip slops (flip flops)
Wish Wiper (Windshield wiper)
Christmas Pizza (a pizza that is delivered by a person to our door)
Fire slide-rant (fire hydrant)
“I got a pickle!” (a pimple that turned out to be an ingrown hair)
“We go eat ‘M’” (Eating at McDonalds)
Donut Truck (UPS truck)
Since I have been a mom for a minute, I have to say that I have been wingin’ it for the most part. I am allowing some of the chips to fall where they lie, and I am ok with that! Some of my parenting might be questionable and here is the truth, I rely on small little lies as part of my parenting technique. Initially, I felt bad about the lies, but now, I am SOOOO over it!
Many times, it really isn’t anything that I need to lie about, but I do anyway! While I don’t lie about Santa, the Easter Bunny, or the Tooth Fairy (or any of those kinds of things), his friends still know about them and they talk to him about such things, so he wants to know more about them. I don’t encourage, but I also don’t discourage! Hey, I made the kid sit on Santa’s lap for a photo; I had to give him some kind of explanation for the things his friends tell him!
But, just to clarify, I don’t lie about stuff like “where babies come from” or “No baby, there is no racism in the world,” or “No honey, you really did come from my belly!” I mean c’mon! Even he, at three, would know that’s a bold faced lie!
Yet… for example, how do I explain that we have block out days at Disneyland during the holiday season when he thinks that we can go any time we want to—he has his own pass and loves to show it to the person “checking us in!” He thinks this pass let’s us in whenever we want! So, in essence, I tell him that Disneyland is broken. We all know that Disneyland is NEVER broken and I promise to amend this lie when he gets old enough to know that, but for now, during block out days—it’s broken, y’all!!!
The “it’s broken” lie also works for TV, restaurants, parks, Chuck-E-Cheese and rides at Disneyland whenever necessary! Just sayin’!
K has his own “remote control” and I allow him to adjust the volume and change the channel whenever he wants, but really, it’s the remote to our “vacuum robot” and it has no batteries in it. I hide the remote to the TV and control it from my seat. He feels empowered to the TV master—is it so bad? Meh! I think not!
I also lie when someone gives him a $20 (or a $1 or $5 or $10) bill at church! I know, I know! It’s not what you think though! I “exchange” it for a quarter and a nickel (or something to that effect) and take the twenty and put it in his savings account! We do an “even trade” and he seems ok with that! He will thank me when he’s older—I am sure of it!
When we go to Starbucks, he always wants to get a coffee/”puccino” like Mama! So, that is what we get—well, I get my Venti, Sugar free vanilla latte and he gets warmed up/foamed milk in a coffee cup like Mama (with the sleeve that goes on the outside and everything) and I tell him it’s his coffee like me! Yeah, it’s a needless lie, but hey, we don’t have a melt down at Starbucks! And really, that lie is worth it to me.
I know, you saints out there who are totally honest with your kids all the time, go ahead and judge me, but, at the Team Williams household, it’s called survival!!!