I am just so, so proud of my kids. I couldn’t be any prouder of them if they were putting together a human body jigsaw puzzle while simultaneously making snarky comments about Fox News. “hmmm, that’s the maxilla, and that’s Steve Douchey….”
With the hurricane, they’ve had a really challenging couple of weeks. The discipline that we normally employ has been lacking, at best, and their schedule has been turned on its head. There has been a lot of leeway given, and taking advantage of that fact has become all too easy.
Getting back to normal these past couple of days has been challenging, but it hasn’t been the uphill battle I thought it was going to be. There have definitely been some rough scrapes, but all-in-all, they’re slowly reverting back to the extremely hyperactive, yet uber sweet kids they usually are. Sure, they run around the park like their ass is on fire, but they also help other kids and share toys. Thank the sweet baby Jeebus.
Which made me think about adults. As a rule, we don’t share. Think about it, if we took a toy to the park, aka, a new gadget to the office, are we just going to let everyone play with it? Nope. Actually, if you try to touch my Garmin HRM, I will cut you. Yet children, are not only better at sharing their stuff, they’re EXPECTED to. Even if I, as the mother, sometimes think:
“that kid right there is being a real asshole, you totally shouldn’t share with him”
What I say is “honey, you should give that little boy a turn.” -don’t get me wrong, though…if that kid continues to be an asshole, I totally take it back.
Half of the time, adults don’t even share things that are meant to be shared.
30 minute limit on treadmills at the gym during peak hours, and there’s a line up of 15 people waiting for a machine? I’ll just finish my workout…courtesy be damned.
Classroom full to bursting of students? Lemme just keep my bag and coat on this desk beside me, I’m sure the right handed person totally doesn’t mind the left handed desk.
Yet, we are SUPERQUICKYO to share unwanted advice! If I had a nickel for every time someone came up to me while I was pregnant with sage wisdom to impart, that make me want to gnash my teeth at them? I’d be a gajillionaire. Here’s the thing, unless someone asks for advice, they probably don’t want it. That’s the unwanted advice I’m giving out today.
And then, there’s the bloggers….me included, hell, me ESPECIALLY, who OVERSHARE. I’m sure I’ve mentioned my ladyflower more times than you care to remember, I know I’ve talked about childbirth, and the burning sensation of having someone pulled from your womb, changing the funzone to Homey the Clown’s house of horrors. I also have a tendency to make inappropriate jokes. The only redeeming fact about this is that, no one HAS to read my blog. I get about 17 readers per day, and most of them get it. Two of them email me and ask why I make such off-color jokes, and one of them asks if they can see pictures of me naked…..ahhh the internets.
What I WANT to share with people, other than sarcasm, and jokes that make my mother shake her head, is my joy. I want people to feel good around me. I want to be a better person who makes others want to be better people as well. I want to share the beauty I see in others, the wonder I see from my children, the glory that is a shirtless man pouring you coffee. Ok, that last one is just for me…get your own shirtless man to pour you coffee. Or lady, pick your poison. (dear sweet Jeebus NOT making a milk joke with that one was painful)
So the moral of the story is
Sharing is caring…as long as it’s not herpes.
It’s totally more fun to share muffins..hot, sweet, muffins.
Banana Nutella Oatmeal Muffins
Banana Nutella Oatmeal Muffins
by Cat Tan
Keywords: bake appetizer bread breakfast side snack vegetarian
Ingredients (18 muffins)
preheat oven to 375F
whisk together dry ingredients
stir in remaining ingredients
pour in equal amounts into greased muffin tin
bake 15-18 minutes or until skewer inserted in center comes out clean.