You were young and being popular was such a wonderful dream?
If you were, you loved it, and if you weren't, you aspired to it?
You just wanted to be picked first, invited everywhere, confided in the most, sought after on the playground regularly, and surrounded by people who loved and adored you?
You wanted someone to sit with lunch to swap your mom's homemade uber-fiber oatmeal, rasin, carrot, sunflower seed "cookie" for your friend's uber-processed negative-health benefits Oreo?
You wanted someone to pair up with to do out-loud reading or times tables. Someone to sit under the table with you and let you try to pierce your ear with a dull safety pin because your totally unhip parents wouldn't let you get it done the right way?
You dreamed of overnight parties to be smooshed into a room with 8 other girls who giggled and talked and crowded you?
Sigh.
All I wanted today was to be totally unpopular and left alone, and ignored to lay on the couch reading a book. Alone. Where no one liked me and wanted to lay on me or fought over the squishy comfortable parts of me to lean against. I didn't want to look at anyone's cute outfit, hear about someone's favorite part of the show, or respond to the 52 offers of kisses. I only wanted to buckle myself in. I wanted to only find my own shoes...
Why oh why do I have to be so popular in my own home?
I wish I was a lonely outcast.
Monday, October 26, 2009
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Don't worry...someday you will be a lonely outcast again. Home alone, waiting for your kids to call or to send pictures of the grandkids. You will miss your squishy comfortable parts, and you will wonder where the time went.
Or if you want to think less depressing, you can just remember that in a few years they will all be in school and you will have some time to yourself, even if it is only a little bit.
or trade scratch-n-sniff or fuzzy stickers...
FUZZY stickers. puffy ones! oh sorry I am so thankful every day that RED loves her daddy so much. I love not being popular at night. He has to do EVERYTHING or hear about it. I love it!!!
Heffalump is right. I know a lady at the nursing home that had twelve kids and I never met a one of them:(
or garbage pail kid sticker... or rainbows with unicorns, oh the days..
When I see depressing creatures
With unprepossessing features
I remind them on their own behalf
To think of
Celebrated heads of state or
Specially great communicators
Did they have brains or knowledge?
Don't make me laugh!
They were popular!
Take it from me--ONE DAY YOU WILL BE ALL ALONE AT HOME and you will miss those little voices and little requests. Then you'll be writing posts with the same title "Remember When" ; )
Seriously, you'd think they'd get a clue when I keep hiding in the bathroom. Somehow, though, that actually makes me more popular.
"You dreamed of overnight parties to be smooshed into a room with 8 other girls who giggled and talked and crowded you?"
Yeah, I had that dream before. Lots of times.
Oh wait, I just read the rest of the post and realized your dream was in a different context. Carry on.
AMEN to this post!
And then later I am ready to be very popular again!
seriously nobody do ya peek at my diary some days?
I had that day sunday. and everyone else who lives in my house just wanted kisses and cuddles and to climb all over me 49 different ways. Steff
I noticed that my last few days off during the week have been invaded by sick kids. Talk about popular. I just wanted to have some quiet time uninterrupted by coughs and requests for yogurt.
Then I cam here read Yvonne's comment and realized how much she is right and that Pres Monson said the same thing last year.
Can I just hope for a bath in private? That wouldn't be too much would it?
you should never have started hanging around galinda, then.
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