I did not expect to guffaw in my kitchen multiple times reading this, but I did. And I don’t know if I have ever even guffawed in my life. And I am incredibly anxious about the world and everything else, so thank you!!!! Also. I lost my mom in ‘21 and I miss her every day, but I related to every single word of this. Especially the not needing words part, holy shit what is that. I must do that to my kids, too. I needed this laugh so bad. Time to get those chocolates in the sun.
I know "laughing out loud" is overused to the point of being meaningless, but while I was reading that part I did indeed involuntarily release a huge jolly laugh in my lowest vocal register
I was on the floor taking a break from my workout and reading this... So it quite literally happened. And then after I wrote the comment, I thought about switching if to rofl, after I realized this thing exists as an acronym... But really, it was really really that, so felt I should leave it there in full, for full effect.
So, I highly recommend reading this while on the floor next time to achieve true roflol.
Could you possibly record this post in your voice please??! I just read it out to my dear husband, and realize I would love to listen to this in your voice, which, I realize, again, I don't know the sound of.
My mom is dead but I'm the mom to my daughter. I was also the judgy one in the relationship with my own mother so not much has changed. My poor 17 yo has put up some boundaries about me butlering her room and I'm trying to abate my inner Jeeves. I say "yes sir" and try to not just fold the laundry. I cook a lot instead. Distraction WORKS!
Distraction or dissociation? I send myself outdoors to move wheelbarrows full of dirt to get away from being the judge or the judgee. Either way, it works.
I'm still in my first year of Tami. So far, still alive. I'm growing a beard, though. Not cool.
Your description of Mom's opinions and judgment floating through the air and sticking to me feel so spot on that I need to call my therapist now. <sob>
I’m thinking about your mom’s basement and how it must smell like bleach and clean, starched, and ironed men’s dress shirts, and it’s loud as fuk because the dryer’s going nonstop and everybody’s talking just a little too loud to overcome the dryer noise, and I’m wondering if your mom uses Shout color catcher. Because if she doesn’t know about Shout, she should. It saved my marriage.
“Assume the best and keep it rolling. Look for joy and shut the fuck up about everything else…” this perspective could fundamentally change my experiences with my mother. Also made me imagine a giant lint roller to remove those specks of lint - keep it rolling.
I did not expect to guffaw in my kitchen multiple times reading this, but I did. And I don’t know if I have ever even guffawed in my life. And I am incredibly anxious about the world and everything else, so thank you!!!! Also. I lost my mom in ‘21 and I miss her every day, but I related to every single word of this. Especially the not needing words part, holy shit what is that. I must do that to my kids, too. I needed this laugh so bad. Time to get those chocolates in the sun.
Omg I'm rolling on the floor laughing about Jesus living with his mom bit!! Some of your best writing ever and I'm a huge fan! Love you for this!
I know "laughing out loud" is overused to the point of being meaningless, but while I was reading that part I did indeed involuntarily release a huge jolly laugh in my lowest vocal register
Note that in peri-menopause, my laugh got deeper and more belly-ish. Enjoy it! <chortles in old lady>
I was on the floor taking a break from my workout and reading this... So it quite literally happened. And then after I wrote the comment, I thought about switching if to rofl, after I realized this thing exists as an acronym... But really, it was really really that, so felt I should leave it there in full, for full effect.
So, I highly recommend reading this while on the floor next time to achieve true roflol.
Could you possibly record this post in your voice please??! I just read it out to my dear husband, and realize I would love to listen to this in your voice, which, I realize, again, I don't know the sound of.
My mom is dead but I'm the mom to my daughter. I was also the judgy one in the relationship with my own mother so not much has changed. My poor 17 yo has put up some boundaries about me butlering her room and I'm trying to abate my inner Jeeves. I say "yes sir" and try to not just fold the laundry. I cook a lot instead. Distraction WORKS!
Distraction or dissociation? I send myself outdoors to move wheelbarrows full of dirt to get away from being the judge or the judgee. Either way, it works.
I'm still in my first year of Tami. So far, still alive. I'm growing a beard, though. Not cool.
Your description of Mom's opinions and judgment floating through the air and sticking to me feel so spot on that I need to call my therapist now. <sob>
I love snow too! Life is too short not to have what you love. Move. If you can, as soon as you can.
I moved back to my hometown in 2021! So I agree with you! Love it here.
Fantastic work top to bottom, but specifically I need to highlight my appreciation of this phrase:
“Maybe that’s just the endless tide of pep talks and peptides talking“
Poetry!
Cue Carly Simon - for the incoming snow.
im gonna pull the best part of this and plaster it all over notes but won't google "tamoxofin" in dana carvey's words: "notttt gonna dew itttt..." 😇😊
I’m thinking about your mom’s basement and how it must smell like bleach and clean, starched, and ironed men’s dress shirts, and it’s loud as fuk because the dryer’s going nonstop and everybody’s talking just a little too loud to overcome the dryer noise, and I’m wondering if your mom uses Shout color catcher. Because if she doesn’t know about Shout, she should. It saved my marriage.
Reading this gem at work. I know.....SLACKER.......
Belly laughs are the best form of therapy,hands down...Thank you.
“Assume the best and keep it rolling. Look for joy and shut the fuck up about everything else…” this perspective could fundamentally change my experiences with my mother. Also made me imagine a giant lint roller to remove those specks of lint - keep it rolling.
I think I should probably add that this is not possible every single day of the year! Sometimes you have to look for cookies and keep grumbling.
This is the tone I aspire to write to!!!! 😂If I ever get this funny, this vulnerable, this inventive... oh, "all grace and glory to god almighty"
Sorry to arrive after the polls closed!
Also guffawing. So good!
This was therapeutic. I related so hard and laughed equally as hard. Thank you!
boundaries, snow, jesus... WOW! loved it XD