For the last week I have been valiantly fighting a cold.
And it almost won.
Yesterday I finally vanquished it.
I was victorious….yet so exhausted.
And tired and bedraggled…..and so very, very weary.
And in that moment I realized that what I needed. At that moment of weariness and exhaustion….all I needed……was encouragement and laughter and light.
And so I reached for my file.
And read. And read. And read some more.
I could feel the joy start to bubble up.
It started with a smile.
Then a giggle.
And then…..when I read the following post that I wrote so long ago….I think I tossed my head back and laughed and laughed until my shoulders shook.
I had to share.
So I’m lifting my monogrammed coffee cup in victory and if you are like me…..and today…..you need a small slice of joy…..
…..here’s one served up just for you…..called “What’s a Mom To Say?”
If you are a member of the anti-wood painting club.
This is not the post for you.
If you have a visceral reaction to white, painted wood.
Cover your eyes and look away.
And don’t be a hater.
The last time I said that on the blog, my son told me not to say it anymore.
He said (and I’m quoting here) “Don’t say, ‘Don’t be a hater,’ Mom.”
I really think it has a certain ring to it.
“Seriously Mom, no one your age says stuff like that. I mean….. if you are over the age of 30 and you don’t star on a television show….”
He trailed off into awkward silence as he stared at me.
Thinking about the wisdom of continuing with this train of thought.
And then he simply shrugged and continued on with his brazen attempt to put me into my place.
He squared his shoulders and boldly and unabashedly continued…..
“I just think you shouldn’t really be saying ‘Don’t be a hater’ if you are over the age of 30 and you don’t star on a television show….”
“….and I’m even a little sketchy about the late 20’s.”
And with that….he had officially thrown down the gauntlet.
I stopped and thought about this.
And then asked my little colloquialism expert what an ancient relic like me from the middle ages should say instead.
I really wanted to know.
What should I say to someone who might be so quick to dismiss my newly painted white trim?
What’s the proper turn of phrase for an over-thirty non-movie star mom?
(insert furrowed brow drawn up in deep contemplation)
“I know. Why don’t you say ‘Don’t be…..
…..a wet dishrag.'”
Oh. I see.
The old cool, hip, super-current dishrag line.
Why didn’t I think of that?
PS If you need a little more joy and a lot of laughs…..here’s a really fun announcement! My incredible friend, Jen is putting together a Mid-West Meet-up!
And Heather and I are both going!
And we would all love to meet you!!!!!
Can you think how much fun we would have? All that talking and shopping…..oh and the laughing.
Hope to see you there.