Forty-three odd years ago, when I was a toddler decorating myself with the costume jewelry my Mimi set aside at her house for this purpose, playing dress-up, fussing with my dolls, hanging clothes on the pint-sized clothesline and making meals with all those plastic “groceries” I had no idea what being a grownup would be like.
Did you?
Did you realize when you were borrowing mom’s makeup (you know you did) or affecting a movie star’s smoldering gaze with a pretend cigarette that being a grownup — with a house and a spouse, and a kid and a job, and chores and errands, and bills and other responsibilities — was actually a lot of hard work and angst?
We shouldn’t be surprised, I guess. And still…
I don’t think any of us was prepared for just how chaotic and exhausting it all would be.
I won’t bore you cataloging my complaints. They likely pale in comparison to your own challenges.
And besides, I’m betting you don’t much care. (And I don’t blame you.)
There is one thing I can say that might resonate with you, however:
PRIMAL SCREAM
That is all.
As you were.
oh mama certainly never said… these days they are there own special madness. sigh/ primal scream. =)
Thank you so very much for joining us for An Aloha Affair last week. How sweet it was to end the month together.
Our beautiful December team has gathered and we are so excited to invite you to join us for… An Aloha Affair. Come mingle and grow with us, you are always welcome. Always.
Cheers,
Nicole
localsugarhawaii.com
Thanks, Nicole. Looking forward to ending my crazy week with you all again!
However, I never did try on my mom’s makeup. Instead, I used her lipstick to write on the wall in the closet…not sure which use would cause a mom more panic.
EEK! Definitely more panic involved with walls vs. face!
Once again, you have totally spoken for me. Thanks for understanding. 😉
all too well I’m afraid.