Not happening at my house...I have enough ways to waste my time on the Internet. For instance I have this blog, which allows me to waste my time, and yours with my random thoughts, usually about men I find attractive. I have word games like Words With Friends or Ruzzle, which I have heard help prevent Alzheimers by keeping your mind sharp, except I immediately forget all words I know, and I then worry maybe I am getting Alzheimers. I have Twitter, where I post every thought in my head, creep on NBA players, read inspirational quotes and make friends with other KU fans. Twitter is very demanding.
Perhaps I need better hobbies, but between work, my kids and searching for a career where I can use my useless Education degree and still afford food, I am pretty busy. In my free time, I work out, or read a book. And I attend wrestling practice, wrestling tournaments, wrestling scholarship fund meetings. I watch sports on tv, and sometimes attempt to have a social life (Does Pineterest have tips for practicing cougars?). Sometimes I feel like I should be one of those people who watch A&E and try to improve or redecorate my home, but usually just keeping the demon spawn cat from destroying our belongings is about all I can do. I live with a 13 year old boy, and both of my kids have to manage on their own while I work, my house is usually in chaos, so cleaning takes up what might be home improvement time. (And removing the used forks from the couch is an improvement, I think). I try to bake sometimes, but I don't really like following directions(which might explain a great many things in my life) so the outcomes are a bit like the Lakers defense, usually disappointing. As my daughter tells me I'm not like other moms.
Isn't this every mom's favorite series?She has a point. I dance in the kitchen when I should be cleaning. I make inappropriate Daniel Tosh style comments and jokes. I listen to unedited rap music with my kids. I read teen literature. I quote Harry Potter, the books, not just the movies. I don't put Honor Roll bumperstickers on my car(my children's achievements belong to them, not me). The only television channels I watch are ESPN, BETand TNT (only on NBA nights). I drive too fast and get mouthy with police men. (Willard cops only). Much like 2 Chainz, I'm Different, yeah I'm Different.
Inspiration...But I guess we need all moms in the world, the busy ones, the baking ones, the Pineterest crafting ones, the ones with boxing gloves and running shoes. My children have been dragged on this journey with me through recovery as I figure out what to do with my life, and it hasn't been easy for them. We are poor, my hours are long, sometimes I am frustrated. My son, who played basketball since he was 4, decided to go out for wrestling this year. I have watched him improve and learn, and get knocked down so many times in this unbelievably grueling sport. This is real wrestling, not the WWF kind, where you face constant physical battle to gut out a win; there is no one to pass the ball to in traffic, no hail Mary to win. I have seen a transformation in my son from a kid who wrestles to a wrestler and I'd like to believe some of his adaptability and determination he learned from his mother. That maybe in this crazy, busy, unsure life I am making for our little family my children are learning something from me, besides Jay-Z songs. Perhaps my holiday crafts may fail miserably (craptastic Christmas display, 20 pound caramel apples, the gingerbread train fiasco) my drive to succeed will not. Inspiration can come from many places, hopefully they are finding it when they look around our messy house and see Mom making this life work.
