Daily Writing Prompt: It Took So Long To Leave…

Today’s prompt:

It took so long to leave because…

of my dad.

You have to plan carefully when visiting my dad’s house if you have somewhere else to go. Especially at holidays. If he says “We’re carving the turkey at 1:00,” what that really means is “I’m probably going to stick it in the fryer at 1:30. It’ll be done by 2:30, but has to sit and cool a while, so we’ll probably eat at 3:00.” His turkey is amazing and worth it, but my MIL usually starts her dinner promptly at 5:00, and it that leaves us at eating and running. (Leaving an hour after eating the meal is absolutely “running” to my family. You’ve gotta sit and chat a while and then have dessert and chat some more.)

Back when we’d meet at his house to go out to a restaurant on the weekend on occasion, he’d tell us, “Meet here at 6:00. I’ll be ready.” Nah. He was (and I assume still is, but we haven’t been over there since early March) always messy from working on something outside, in torn jeans, a white t-shirt that was no longer white and should’ve been tossed years ago, and dad sneakers. So our choices would be “wait 45 minutes for Dad to get ready” (which isn’t so bad if you don’t have hangry kids) or “let’s go somewhere Dad can go dressed like this.” Not that the last part really matters anyway.

That’s better than when I was a kid. When I was young, we’d have to wait for him to come up from the pasture, and back then he cared more about his appearance, so we’d wait for the shower, too. And sometimes if he knew we had to leave somewhere at a certain time, he’d disappear about 10 minutes beforehand saying he had something to do that would take five minutes. Five minutes would quickly turn into an hour.

I’m a stickler for being punctual, and my dad’s lack of being aware of time often drives me nuts. My husband is the same way. My son is also the same way, hence racking up a record number of tardies in elementary school. BG is usually good about doing what she needs to get out the door at a certain time, thankfully.

It also took so long to leave because of the goodbyes.

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Basically this except, “One does not simply leave my father’s house.”

There’s no going, “Well, I’ve enjoyed the visit. Love you and talk to you later this week.” If you do that or hug everyone present any less than five times, then someone must be mad or sick. By the time you’ve said your goodbyes and given hugs multiple times, plus talked about the other random things that popped up, you’ve probably left 30-45 minutes later than planned.

I’ll tell you, I’ve had my problems with my dad over the years. Some major ones at times and some minor ones still. But I hope when my kids are adults that they say it took so long to leave because of good stuff like that. (That last paragraph, not the parts where leaving the house to go eat took forever lol.)

Changes Are A’ Coming

It has been quite some time since I played the blog name change game. I actually set up a new WordPress account, thinking I’ll just get a fresh start and maybe that would help with the writing. I don’t know how much sense that makes, but it did at the time.

And now I’m thinking maybe a blog makeover here, where I’ve been for six years, would be better. I wouldn’t have to refollow everyone and all that. Does it make sense that it would help with the writing? Still probably not. But hell, it’s worth trying.

Writing has been my outlet for a long time, and it is also one of the few social outlets I have. I have a couple of friends I talk to regularly, but those conversations have been getting shorter and shorter since there really isn’t much to talk about. And lord, Facebook is just awful and frankly contributes to some depression. (That might sound odd, but I’ll explain more about that later.) So much for social media being a great outlet for social interaction during a time of isolation. It’s important to be active on here, through posting, reading, and commenting to have that outlet.

I’m also going to go through my old posts and see what’s worth keeping up and what’s not. Not that anyone goes through old posts anyway, but whatever. It’ll be part of the process and might even spur some ideas for new posts.

So, yeah, some changes are coming. And hopefully it’ll be worth it.

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(I’m so optimistic!)

A Post To Remember – 6 Years

I dunno what’s up with that title. I was going for classy, because I imagine a post acknowledging having a WordPress account for six years deserves a certain amount of classiness, but it just comes off as corny.

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No, Jim, it probably isn’t.

So, corniess aside, it has been six years since I created this blog. I didn’t make my first post for a couple of months, but here I am, six years later, close to 700 blog posts (only a small fraction are still visible to the public), and at least another 100 deleted out of cringe.

As I’ve said before, this started as my therapy blog, but it has never been just that. I’ve probably made more posts about stuff with my kids or life in general that therapy/mental illness stuff. It has been a good place to vent, work out problems through writing (even if they’re deleted now, it helped to post at the time and get some feedback), chronicle my kids’ childhoods, and even share creative writing a couple of times.

Aside from improving my mental health through writing, I don’t think I had any long-term blog goals when I started. No “X amount of views” or “X amount of followers” or whatever. And with no more than I post now and with how things have changed so much, I wouldn’t dare look at my stats.

For whatever long-term goals I did (or didn’t) have, I can tell you that I wouldn’t have imagined being in a place where I’m barely writing. Especially with so much extra time on my hands.

To wrap up this post that tried to start out with a joke and ended up flat, here’s to another year in the WordPress world. Six years. Hopefully the seventh is a bit more productive! (And less pandemicky.)

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(Upon proofreading this, I swear, I should just change Eeyore to my avatar lol.)

The ABCs of Me

So today is equal parts new post and old post. I found a post from a few years ago and thought it would be fun to see what changed and what has remained the same. My original answers and commentary will be in regular font, and I’ll bold my new answers. Y’all should participate, too, because I know some of y’all are bored.

A: Age | 32 / 36

One more year and I’ll be in my mid-thirties, pretty much. Excuse me while I go buy another pair of Converse sneakers and add some more blue to my hair to make myself feel younger. / I guess I’m a year or two from my late 30s now. I have more Converse sneakers than ever, but no blue hair.

B: BIGGEST FEAR | Something bad happening to the kids or my husband. / Something happening to my family…nothing changed there.

As a bonus and more lighthearted “biggest fear,” I’ll say that I’m also afraid someone will try to force feed me something nasty, like zucchini or grits. / For a lighter fear, there’s my dad sending me a shit ton of links on the amazing Trump. Ugh.

C: CURRENT TIME | 10:13 p.m. / 1:19 PM

The kids are in bed. Hallelujah! / The kids are watching TV again. Oops.

D: DRINK I LAST HAD | Tea sweetened with Splenda. / I’m ashamed to say that it’s a can of Coke. Much like I’ve promised for the last few months, it’s my last one, I swear!

Ugh, diets. But at least I sorta get my sweet tea fix. And, hey, I’ve lost 6 pounds from the first of the year, so that helps. / I gained 13 pounds in the first three months of quarantine (testing out lots of food and drink recipes was not a good thing) but have dropped a few since slowing down on that. Dropping Cokes would go a long way.

E: EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO | The therapist. / My best friend. Stopped seeing the therapist 2-3 years ago, and I miss those sessions.

F: FAVORITE SONG | Put Me Back Together by Weezer / I posted something other than Hanson?! Wth. Um…my current favorite song is Hanson’s Lost Without Each Other. It gives me a nice energy boost.

G: GROSSEST MEMORY | Baby Girl pooping in the tub. And eating her poop. / It’s still BG eating her poop. That situation eventually turned into a book, though, so I guess thanks, BG?

H: HOMETOWN | Somewhere Rural As Fuck, South Carolina / Same. My husband still will not entertain the idea of moving somewhere less hot.

I: IN LOVE WITH | My husband / Same.

J: JEALOUS OF | People who have their shit together. / Dammit, same again. Some days are great, others you’d think that I haven’t been doing the adult thing for very long. Starting to realize that’s pretty typical, though.

K: KILLED SOMEONE? | Nope. / No…and wth kind of question is this?

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L: LONGEST RELATIONSHIP | The husband. / Still him. And also my relationship with Coke. It’s been on and off again, though.

We’re coming up on 12 years together and 10 years  married. / Make that 16 and 14 now. (I can math!)

M: MIDDLE NAME | Something everyone mispronounces. / Gee, that didn’t change, either. Maybe I should’ve read through all of these ABCs before redoing it.

N: NUMBER OF SIBLINGS | 5 / Still 5.

O: ONE WISH | That Baby Girl would stop throwing shit on the floor. / That people would pick up after themselves. 

No, not actual shit, lest you assume that from the earlier comment. But all her food. Namely bananas. Sometimes I miss picking up a piece of banana, which gets dark and slimy super quick, and stepping on those makes me die a little inside. / Everyone in this house has the ability, but chooses not to most of the time. Clutter/mess makes my anxiety increase, so this drives me nuts.

P: LAST PERSON YOU CALLED | My husband. / Still my husband.

As someone who rarely talks on the phone because of sucky hearing, I pretty much only talk to two people on the phone: my husband and my mother-in-law. / Some things never change. *Cue Anna from Frozen 2 singing*

Q: QUESTION YOU’RE ALWAYS ASKED | When are you going back to teaching? / What are you doing now that both kids are in school?

I. Am. Not. Asking me this repeatedly is not going to change that. First, I have my children. Second, I’d never, ever teach English again (save for extenuating circumstances, and even then, my license has lapsed). It took years to get comfortable saying “ain’t,” and I’m not giving that up. / Chauffeuring. When you live rural and the kids go to schools that are 25ish minutes in the opposite direction of your house, do sports, and one has weekly therapies, driving consumes a lot of your time.

R: REASON TO SMILE | We might be getting snow this weekend. / I’m getting my haircut this week and am trying a new style. I got it cut back in January or February, and it is a mess now. Roots everywhere, too. I know, I know, pandemic and all, but the lady who cuts my hair wears a mask, I wear a mask, she makes people stay in the car until it’s their appointment time and no tagalongs, and I’m getting the first appointment of the day. 

S: SONG YOU LAST SANG | Pork And Beans by Weezer / A parody of I Just Can’t Wait to be King from Lion King. I was trying to make the girl laugh and succeeded.

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T: TIME YOU WOKE UP | 7 a.m. / 8:30

U: UNDERWEAR COLOR | I don’t know. / orange

V: VACATION DESTINATION | On a boat. / I’m still stuck on cruises being the best vacation ever. I don’t care where it goes.

I don’t care if it’s somewhere tropical or not. I like to go on cruises, so put me on a boat and I’ll be a happy woman. Plus, I love to randomly yell out, “Look at me, ’cause I’m sailing on a boat!” People think it’s cuter when Little Man does it, though. / Still all of this.

W: WORST HABIT | Overthinking things. / Still this and also picking at the skin around my nails. Yikes.

X: X-RAYS YOU’VE HAD | Not an easy question for someone who is clumsy. / Here we go again.

I think I’ve only had a few foot x-rays, an arm x-ray, an ankle x-ray (yep, I’m separating that from “foot x-ray”), a knee x-ray, and a couple hand x-rays. / In the past four years, I’ve had another ankle x-ray, foot x-ray, and leg x-ray. I broke my damn leg on a cruise a couple years ago. Still love them, though.

Y: YOUR FAVORITE FOOD | Chicken parm. And Steak. And chocolate. / I’m still all about those foods.

Now I’m thinking “fuck this weight loss thing, I’m gonna go buy food.”

Z: ZODIAC SIGN | Sagitarius. / Obviously that wouldn’t change.

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Eh. Some of that’s true. Some isn’t.

If you’re reading this, congrats, you made it through to the end! And unless you suck with alphabets, you knew that when you hit the zodiac part. Whoo-hoo!

The Good Old Days

I wrote my post for today, and I scheduled it to publish in a few hours. And then I jumped over to this. I’m still waiting on my Ambien to kick in, and if it does, then I’ll abandon this post and go to sleep and maybe finish tomorrow, if it’s worth it. If it doesn’t, then I’ll finish it and you’ll get to read something in the middle of the night. Er, when you wake up.

I know some of y’all have been blogging longer than I have. I started in the fall of 2014. Baby Girl was indeed a baby back then. When I started then, it seemed easy to find a few blogging communities that I clicked with really quickly.

And then time did its thing, and slowly but surely, almost every blogger I followed has stepped away. (Hell, I stepped away for a little while, too.) It sucks, though, not seeing posts from your favorite people. Some simply fade away, posts slowing down until there aren’t any anymore. That’ll be me. I make efforts to post, but I’m not good at posting regularly. Others announce their departures. And some just leave and go from daily posts to nothing.

One of my absolute favorite bloggers did this. If your favorite person at work is your work husband, then I suppose this dude was my blog husband. Hilarious guy. But he just disappeared a few years ago. Never posted anything or commented again. I always wondered what happened to him and if he was okay. His blog is still up, so I pop over once in a while to see if he decided to make a comeback.

*Checks*

Nope.

All good things must come to an end, I suppose. I guess having a dozen blog buddies for a few years was pretty damn good, especially considering how quickly people come and go here.

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The good old blogging days, that is.

I feel like there was a point I wanted to make, but now I dunno. Whatever it was, I do miss what I call the Golden Age of blogging.

About Anxious Mom, As Narrated By Morgan Freeman

While updating my About Me page, I decided to have a little fun with it. And since there has been an influx of new followers, I thought I’d share that page as a blog post. Welcome aboard, new folks.


Per the blog post title, you should read this in Morgan Freeman’s voice. 

Anxious Mom, who is known as “Mommy,” “Mom,” or “Momo” by her children, is a 30-something woman who resides in the Deep South. (And by “resides,” we mean “suffers” due to the unbearable heat and humidity.) She has two heathens — a son in middle school and a daughter in kindergarten. When the children aren’t busy tormenting each other, they torture their mother in ways only children can.

There are many things Anxious Mom enjoys doing in her spare time. If you ask her directly, she’d probably tell you that she loves reading and doing intellectual activities such as going to the museum. If you observe her in her habitat, however, you’ll find that she mostly watches shows on Netflix and plays games in her downtime. She is particularly fond of comedies, including The Office, Parks and Rec, Friends, and Brooklyn Nine-Nine. She has jokingly said that liking one of those shows is required to be friends with her, but through careful observation, we have learned it is not, in fact, a joke.

If you asked Anxious Mom about her background, she’d tell you that she did a brief stint as a teacher before becoming a stay-at-home-mom. Since then, she has done freelance work part-time, including providing content writing and editing services. Her primary job, however, is working as a chauffeur. This is where she truly excels in life, as she has a penchant for punctuality (as long as her children and husband don’t intervene) and safety. The mother, who we suspect was a hall monitor in another life, is proud of having never gotten a speeding ticket. She does, however, fill her swear jar every other day thanks to her time on the road, so she isn’t as goody-two-shoes as she seems.

As you can see, Anxious Mom is a blogger. Some people call her a mommy blogger, and that irritates her greatly. “I am a mom who blogs,” she maintains, as though there is truly a difference. She has blogged for five years and writes about herself and her family. When she first started blogging, she wrote a lot about her mental health, and it’s suspected that she’ll do so again. The rapidly-approaching-middle-age mother is also fond of writing blog posts where she rants about meaningless topics.

This concludes our glimpse into the life Anxious Mom. You can read her other blog posts or follow her on Instagram for other mundane insights into her life.