“Cry it Out” is the most horrific thing to ever be named. My sweet little muffin top is currently quieting down from a 10 minute screaming protest against a lone nap in his bed. He did nothing wrong to deserve to be put through such angst. Why then, am I doing it?! So I can take some time out to write a blog post?! I am a terrible mom.
Moving on;
I’ve dropped some complaints about the new job forcing me into withdraw by blocking all internet fun. However, I must admit that mobilizing my mouth to make real sounds to communicate with my coworkers is just as comforting as Methadone is for a heroine addict. I actually work in a healthy environment. No more yells that I have a disease because I don’t write my E’s the way my OCD boss prefers!
I also now work with my older sister; something that magnifies my feeling of living in a small town, and also serves as a sweet treat. I spoke before of my sister being nicer than I. It’s not a fact that’s hard to tell. The difference is in our faces. I have no idea where mine went wrong. Regardless, I always thought I knew what made her special, but working with her has given me a more intimate look at her ways of being. Quite unexpectedly, I find myself a surveyor in awe of her. She is the only adult I know who can, in a complete state of normalcy, yell “woo hoo!” in a place of business and still be taken seriously. She is kind, trustworthy, and self confident. There is absolutely no hint of duplicity in her personality.
I don’t know how to do that. People can tell I’m a little judge-y. Whatever, I’m quite alright with her being the nice one. If I mess up and say something unintentionally mean, it’s to be expected. It serves as a kind of safety net. I always thought it much too risky to walk ropes without something to catch me if I fall.
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Your sister sounds like a cool person. Equally cool as you, but different! How awesome that you get to work with her now! Glad to hear everything except maybe naptime is settling into a nice routine!
Can’t wait to see your button…not sure what’s up with your text box size,it should have come out small. let me know if I can help.
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How fun to work with your sister! And I don’t know what you’re talking about — you being the “mean” one. I mean… look at the pretty smile you have on your profile pic
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Sometimes I wish my sister and I could work together or at least have an excuse to spend more time together. The 11 year age difference, while still an issue in our ability to be close, becomes less of one once you’re both over a certain age (and she’s always been mature for her age). But right now she works at Rite Aid and, well, I’m not THAT committed to the idea of us being BFF.
I’m the one with the mean face so I know where you’re coming from. It doesn’t make me a mean person. It’s just the way my face naturally composes itself. My husband is finally getting used to it (I think).
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I’m having a hard time believing you are the mean one. But what a cool thing to be able to spend time with sis and enjoy her special personality.
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Just thought I’d chime in that cry-it-out totally worked in our house. Sometimes I still do it. I mean me – just cry it out! :p
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I would love to be able to yell like that in a place of business and be taken seriously!
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my old work blocked everything too…you tube, ebay, facebook, yahoo, hotmail…what? you want us to work? I found a way to still waste time on the internet. really cool that you are seeing a new side of your sister. and cry it out- I hated it.
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I love this arrangement…I can’t see that little face of yours being the mean one, though…
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