Remember when...

Do you remember back when my blog posts used to be funny? If you look back a ways, you will definitely find some laugh out loud humour - really, look back a few months. Anyways, I was noticing that they all seem quite boring and serious lately - how did I let that happen? Did I get boring and serious? Tell me the truth. I don't want to be one of those people... you know, the ones that people listen to while they are mentally making their grocery lists or some other equally mundane task. I knew I was in bad shape the other day when my son called me the unfun parent. Normally that wouldn't bother me - especially considering who I'm being compared to - but on that day it really got to me. I AM NOT UNFUN! I am VERY fun! I like to do spontaneous things. I plan interesting, big trips to take. I come up with interactive, exciting projects to do together. I laugh at their stupid jokes and I don't freak out at the amount of talk that goes on around their assorted boy parts. I am fun! I let them sleep in, stay up late. I indulge their interests with appropriate lessons and then I don't complain when they practice endlessly. I don't flinch over excessively long hair, or even blue hair, for that matter. I am fairly liberal with them and I don't often say No (they don't give me many reasons to say no). I am open to new ideas and I allow many of them to be tried out. How can they really say I'm not fun? It hurt my feelings. So, I did some investigating to try and uncover what would make me fun again. Do you know they couldn't come up with anything concrete? When I asked specific questions all I really discovered was that I was considered unfun because I am the everyday parent. I think I might like a crack at being the every other weekend parent. That parent seems to have a sweet deal. And don't go being all "it's probably hard to only see the kids every other weekend", on me. (And in our situation, it's only one kid that's seen every other weekend) Give me a break! Have you met my kids?? Sometimes every other weekend seems like a fantasy that I enjoy a little too regularly in my dreams. I love them and all, but come on!! They are a tough crowd! In fairness, I wanted tough, independent, nonconforming free thinkers, so that's how they were raised. Surprise! That's what I've ended up with! Good to watch from a distance, not always an easy thing to live with. So for all you people who are new parents or not yet parents, think carefully about what you want to end up with BEFORE you start out, because it's hard to change things mid course. A compliant, conforming follower is what I often dream about. Anyways, a little late now and I have to see through what I've started - I hope we all live until they leave home.

Anyways, I was thinking about the funny stuff and trying to piece together where I lost it all. I think it went into the dirt with the garden. Do you know any funny gardeners? I didn't think so.

The simple life turned me unfunny. I can't believe it. I never saw that coming...

Maybe if I go turn the dirt I'll breathe some funny back in. Anything is worth a try...