Let’s talk about Facebook for just a moment. It’s a wonderful place, full of friendship, games, and general merriment. Or something like that. I love that, on Facebook, I can keep up with my friends all over the world. In one location, I can get news from Australia, Scotland, and Bowlegs, Oklahoma. Not that I know anybody in Bowlegs, Oklahoma, mind you. But if I DID, I could get news from that person on Facebook. And it would be glorious.
I’m starting to feel as if my friends’ locations are a bit TOO diverse. See, Eric is in Germany this summer. And Erika is in Croatia. Spencer is in Ecuador. Tammie went to Hong Kong. Amanda is in Haiti. Anastasia went to Spain. Samantha is in Hollywood. Nobody is in Bowlegs, Oklahoma, though. (I’m really starting to feel sad for it. It’s so unloved, Bowlegs, Oklahoma.)
The point is, these people are posting from their exotic locations, about the cool things they’re doing – and I can see all of these updates, in one location. Never before have I seen SO MANY pictures of people with monkeys.
Never before have I been jealous of people hanging out with monkeys.
But it doesn’t stop there. One of my Facebook friends got engaged this year. Another just got married. Like, last week. A girl I went to middle school with. A girl whom I once made a bridge with for a sixth grade project. A girl who, for all intents and purposes, never cared very much for me. But it was middle school. Nobody really did. But I’m not bitter. Nope. Not at all.
Anyway, she just got married. I think they went somewhere tropical. And she posted from there too. A double offender!
My point is this:
Everybody I know is doing something exciting.
Okay. That may be a gross overstatement. I know lots of people. Not all of them are doing exciting things. Just a large constituency of them.
Here’s what I did today.
I took The Super Duper Cooper Pooper Puppy out to pee. Three times.
I ate popcorn for breakfast.
I picked up sandwiches.
I watched an episode of Chuggington. And an episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. And many sing-a-long YouTube videos.
I got covered in various shades of spit-up. FYI, blueberry and kung pao chicken spit-up is kind of pinky-red.
I played a toy piano because there is no real piano at Kelly’s.
I watched Kelly blog. I blogged. I read blogs. I commented on blogs. I entered a contest at a blog.
I shoved cheerios and blueberries and smoothie into a screaming Munchkin child.
I heard the phrase “I need to go poop” approximately forty million times.
I said “don’t jump so close to your sister!” approximately fifty million times.
I threatened the Monkey boy with death if he flung the ball at the hanging light fixture while jumping from his house, towards his sister.
I picked up toys. Then I made the Monkey boy pick up the toys when he pulled them all back out again, so he could jump off the toy box, towards his sister.
I checked the grades for the four online classes I’m taking, because I apparently had a raging desire to kill myself. Four classes in a summer semester is MADNESS, SHEER MADNESS I TELL YOU!
I got toasted at N64 Mario Kart.
Busy? Yes. Exhausting? You bet. But, exciting? Eh.
Some days, I really wonder if this is what it’s SUPPOSED to be like. I’m twenty. I’m a college student. I live in the Live Music Capital of the World. And yet, four out of five days, this is what I do. I’m a part of a three-person parenting team. I spend lots of time covered in drool, spit-up, and baby food. I know all the words to the Dora theme songs. Shouldn’t I be going OUT? Shouldn’t I be partying? Shouldn’t I be, you know… doing something? Instead of making empty threats towards a Monkey boy whom I would never, despite what I may say to the contrary, hang up by the ankles and beat with a wet noodle.
I don’t know. Is this how it is supposed to be? It isn’t usually very exciting. And I’ll be the first person to admit that, when I see what everybody else is doing, I get a little jealous. Every once in awhile, I really do want exciting. Most days, though, I’m happy with for chaotic (it is, afterall, the House of Chaos) and comfortable. Whatever it’s supposed to be like, I’m pretty darn satisfied with what I’ve got.
And really, it was almost like being in a foreign country. I photographed a Monkey boy. I spoke in a foreign language (not that either of the kids are all that excited about my singing the Russian alphabet at them, mind you). I ate Chinese food.
Most importantly, I updated Facebook.
Gotta keep everyone informed, you know.