My fingers are a little stiff typing this, so sorry for any typos. I've been trying this new thing where I "work out" by going to "the gym" and taking "classes". I'm all over those zumba and yoga things, but it makes my muscles like WHYYYYYYY while also simultaneously saying YESSSSS THIS IS AMAZINGGGG!!! Right? We all know that feeling. And I swear, I'm going to keep going! This ain't no lame-o New Year's Week Long Resolution. This is the REAL DEAL. (You may not quote me on that. That is off the record. Or whatever.)
While we're talking about New Year's and Working Out, why don't we venture into the land of fourth graders? Today there was this kid who seriously wouldn't stop crying about stuff, and I was trying to be all sympathetic and nice but at the same time I was like, wasn't the crying supposed to stop in first grade? And I hate to say it and sound the meanest, but sometimes kids make a big deal out of really small things. It's super hard to be their go-to person all day long when these small things get blown out of proportion. But I mean, if that's my biggest trial in life, I'll take it.
(Speaking of which, one of my friends told me this past weekend that my life was so perfect she wanted to punch me in the face....? But like, sorry... I guess... if my life is bugging you guys.)
Anyway, I was thinking today about how kids do really dumb stuff sometimes. But it helps them learn, you know? You make mistakes, and then you learn from them, and you don't do them again! Like, when I was in elementary school, I was kind of the bottom of the food chain. But I learned to deal. One time, I was giving a report about myself in a shoe box full of rice. It was like a treasure chest and we had to put five things in there that represented us. So I pulled out a miniature Madeline doll that I had, and I said, "I brought this doll because her name is Madeline and that's where I got my name from, and also I really like dolls." And Haley (who is now one of my best friends, but at the time I kind of wanted to give her a huge stink eye) said, "I HATE DOLLS." In front of the whole class!!!! I was mortified. So I decided to never talk about dolls again, problem solved. And then this other time, my friend Jill and I decided that the new mascot of our elementary school should be the Dots. So I pulled my coat all the way up over my head, and we stuck a big playground ball in the hood and we ran around trying to recruit (?) people to be on our side as far as the Dots issue went. What is resulted in was a bunch of boys throwing other balls at my Dot head so that I fell down a lot and got really muddy. So Jill and I decided to abandon that endeavor.
And then there was this one time...
Ok, just kidding, this is getting long.
p.s. what weird things did you do as a kid? can you laugh about them now, or is it a deep rooted shame you've carried around forever? Will you tell it to me so you can get it out in the open and we can all move on? Because you should.