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Be Silly, Let Go

Being a mom can make you a very serious person. I am just saying it CAN but it doesn't have to. After all, you can see people trying to do everything to ensure that their kids are well educated, have enough nutrition, make the right friends, know how to budget, pray, are safe, take their vitamins, know how to save the planet, have the capacity to change the Universe and fly. 

Yeah, that's sometimes what the responsibility feels like. 

Some parents make it look (on Facebook) like parenting is all fun and games, all roses and fragrant coffee. Uh....nah. It's not true at all. It's only 20% of the real truth. 80% of the time is mayhem. This is not to say that people shouldn't have kids but my take is that things can get tough and only my best-friends know when I am struggling real bad. 

It's not here and it's not on Facebook. The internet is judgmental. lol

Recently, I had a kind of 'I want to buy a ticket to Bali....a one way ticket' moment. School's just started and as with any parent can tell you, that's when your stress level skyrockets. Books, fees, waking up early, waking up early, food, lunch, teachers, fees, fees, fees, fees, books, field trips and the likes. 

I whatsapped and called my friends instead of putting it on Facebook. I really thought about it for a while, honestly speaking. Should I, shouldn't I?

I dislike using Facebook for a very good reason....that's where all the drama is when there's absolutely no drama in real life. Many years ago, I had a IRL disagreement with IRL people. I felt bad. So, what happened was that I tried to look for the good things in life. Simple things like the air that I breathe, the roof over my head, the food on the table, the TV set that's not been switched on since 5 years ago, water through the tap...yeah, simple things to remind me that not everything is bad at the moment. 

Then I posted it on Facebook. #drama happened. 

Instead of seeing it for what it is, it became oh-so-you-don't-feel-bad-about-it-at-all-and-this-post-is-fake-as-shit-I-know-what's-going-on-in-your-life bla bla bla bla bla bla....

I am sure I am not the only one this has happened to, right?

That's when I realize that I think I will keep to blogging like this for the rest of my life because I am sure Facebook and social media is not about to take over blogging any time soon. I just no longer have the capacity or time to manage all the drama there is to 'enjoy' on Facebook anymore. 

I used to, but not anymore. 

I prefer letting loose and being silly without being called names or being judged as a bad mother or having advice thrown at me from all corners of the earth. I know criticism is everywhere and the sooner I get with this fact, the better for me but I prefer not to have it viewed by EVERYONE who has Internet. Which includes my neighbor's dog. lol

But I love listening to comments and advice anywhere else because it widens my perspective and shows me different ways to look at things. Not judgement but your perspective. I love hearing them. 

And FYI, my IRL Monday was kind of a drama. But I managed to turn it around into something fun and something to laugh about. I am good at that. Hope your Monday was more fun and better. 

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