(And also, I am a follower… wow I almost
said typed that with a straight face… and nothing interesting has happened yet today ’round here cept for a game of Go Fish involving a stuffed puppy who regularly drew multiple cards, dirty cheater.)
Would you rather:
- your best friend overhear you telling somebody else a deep secret about them OR your child overhear you venting your frustrations about your significant other?
- learn an obscure language only spoken by 15 other people on the planet OR be able to guess somebody’s exact birthdate, just by looking at them?
- have eyebrows that grow in VERY bushy, daily, no matter how you try to prune them OR make a sound like a tuba whenever you blow your nose?
- have a job that makes $200,000 a year, but you only get to see your family once a week for 3 hours OR make just enough to survive from check-to-check, but be able to see your family whenever you want?
Well as my savings for the Therapy Fund are already being socked away (and spent), I guess I take the latter. My kids have heard me vent about my ex, which is–in my opinion–normal and not so horrible as long as I keep it clean. Don’t get me wrong, I try to keep their hearing of this stuff to a minimum, but to me it just isn’t on par with violating a trust like repeating a secret. (It’s no secret my ex frustrates the beejesus outta me, not even to my 4-year-old!)
I’m not really planning to go work at a carnival any time soon, so I pick the obscure language. What if those 15 people are really cool?
I knew posting that picture was a bad idea; that was really low writing about my eyebrows!!! Ahem. Huh? Oh. Um, tuba sound, please. At least that would be intermittent rather than ever-present.
It appears that I’ve already selected the second option, although if I were given the opportunity to swap for the money I definitely wouldn’t. Being poor isn’t so bad. Three hours a week with my kids would only be enough time for me to feed and bathe them a settle a couple of arguments.