If you were to come over this morning and have a cup of coffee with me…
… I would tell you about how last night I got to attend open house for my son’s kindergarten class. And as I have already told you… he never shares anything about his day with me. So you can imagine my excitement finally getting to know what he has been up to. I got a really great report from his teacher which set my heart at ease. I am always so worried. My son is so sensitive and I feel like he could be an easy target for a bully. I worry about the bullies in this world a lot when it comes to my oldest. Because he is so sensitive … and he tries so hard to please everyone… and he genuinely cares for other kids. I know that I cannot protect him forever… but if I could… i would keep him from all the bullies in this world… always.
… I would probably change the subject and tell you that I watched Pitch Perfect 2 the other night. I feel like it’s a lot like the first one… it gets better every time. This by no means was as good as the first… but I still laughed a lot and plan on watching it again this weekend. Have you seen it? Did you love the first? I can’t even tell you how many times I have watched the original. I probably throw it on once a month in the background because I have it memorized…. then I would probably take a sip of my coffee and make a mental note to put on the 2nd one again tonight. I bet it gets better and better just like the first.
…. I would probably share with you… my love of movies. All movies. I love sitting down at the end of the night and putting on a movie. Any type. however, I would tell you while rolling my eyes that my husband is scared to death of horror movies… so we don’t get to see those. This little fact is going to annoy me come October. All I want to do is watch a scary movie… and he literally sits on the couch and will not directly watch the tv. Its ridiculous. I will tell you that I have even tried reasoning with him… as if he were in fact my third child. Jerry… it’s just pretend. It’s fake. Stop being scared… it’s just a costume! … Well of course she is going to die… the scary music started! Dont turn your head… it’s just catsup! okay fine. maybe I don’t talk to my children like that because they are too young to watch these movies…. but then i will swear to you right there over my pumpkin spiced coffee that my boys will not be afraid of horror movies. I will make sure of it. …. then silently pray that “God.. you gave me boys… please at least reward me with the love of all things scary at Halloween”
… I would probably tell you how I get a kick out of the Modern Family episode with Claire and Phil where Claire loves all scary things.. .and Phil is more… Mickey Mouse dressed as a pumpkin type of scary. Don’t you just love that show? I would ask you if you relate to them? I always wonder if all wives relate to that couple… or if it’s just me? It can’t be just me. I mean I feel like Jerry says the corny-est things… and it just causes the reaction of death stares and rolling of the eyes. That’s all wives right? If Claire was a real life person… I feel like me and her would be great friends.
… I would probably ask you… if you feel like a grown up? Most days I feel like I am just pretending to be a grown up. I mean what kind of grown up hits the snooze button 8 times before finally getting out of bed? what kind of grown up stomps around upstairs while getting ready for work… repeatedly mumbling… I don’t want to go to work today…. ? What kind of grown up hides the last few Oreos from the kids so I can have them for breakfast….? What kind of grown up is still completely consumed by the bachelor/bachelorette? What kind of grown up chooses chips and salsa as dinner? Sometimes in the morning I feel like I am just that 20-year-old kid…. putting on fancier clothes… heading off to a job and pretending to be someone else. I wonder if you feel the same way… Do we all feel that way? I hope that …. maybe this feeling keeps me young at heart. But please tell me I am not the only one that seriously considers staying in bed all day… pouting about having to actually go to work… and pay those terrible pieces of paper that come every month with my name on them…. Am I?
Then our half hour would be up… and weekly coffee visit would be over…
Until next week… dear friend this little one is wanting his breakfast.