My high school reunion’s tonight, obviously I’m not there. Although the friends that I hold nearest and dearest to me, still, after all these years, will be there, I didn’t want to go. I’m not a reunion person. I’m not even on Face Book. Don’t get me wrong, I liked high school and I think I had a lot of fun when I was there, but when I look back as an adult, it all feels a little cringe worthy. I also hate small talk, and let’s face it, I just couldn’t stand there and talk to my friends all night, that would be kind of…high school of me, if you know what I mean. But a night of “how are you” and “I’m a stay at home mom” and “where do you live” all seems so exhausting. I also hate “remember when,” because it usually involves some embarrassing story. In fact, the only time I like “remember when” is when it pertains to my children.
My friends were sort of pushing me to go to the reunion, sending me texts like this and this. Sorry, but these pictures didn’t really serve as motivators, in fact, all they made me want to do was get out some blotting papers and a hair brush and go to work on my old self. And the quote? I don’t remember being so cynical, but I was your typical seventeen year old know it all.
I like to think that I’ve gotten better as I’ve gotten older, maybe I haven’t, but at least I like to think I have (though judging from all the recent wedding photos, I could still use those blotting papers). I think I was, and still am, a compassionate and accepting person, but I also think, like most teenagers, that I had a lot of teenage angst, over confidence, and yet, insecurity, which meant I wasn’t always so good to myself. In fact, I think I could have done a lot better by me. I wish I could go back as my adult self and tell my teenage self to not worry so much over boys, teachers, friends, gossipers….everything. Of course, maybe that just means that I haven’t changed at all. Maybe most people look back on their “glory days” and think everything they did whether stupid, daring, foolish, misguided or mean was kind of funny and that they were just kids being kids, and I’m still the idiot saying things like I wish I could go back…Maybe I still just need to get over myself.
As much as I didn’t want to attend my high school reunion, thinking about my high school friends and their husbands together, for a night out, did leave me feeling a little remorseful about not going. And it is always interesting to hear about people I once knew, because it’s not that I’m not interested in anyone else’s life, I just prefer to hear it second hand, on the phone, from one of my friends. Is that so wrong?
Either way, though, there’s no way I could have went, not after the day of house hunting that I put in. That’s right. I’ve been eating crow soup for the past two days because the contingent buyers are back and they (at least from my understanding) are no longer contingent. They have sold their house and are moving forward with buying ours. The day after I wrote that scathing review of my realtor, I woke up to an email that read “Start packing, they sold their house.”
And….Did I mention they want to close in three weeks? Things could get a little messy around here.
In other news, guess who got a hair cut? After redoing her pigtails ten times on fourth of July and basically coming to the realization that she does not like for me to do her hair and says “Ow!” every time I try to brush her hair (and she was starting to look like a baby cave woman), I decided it was time she got a cut. It was a good decision. You know what the hair dresser found in her hair? A star sticker from fourth of July. I had washed her hair at least four times since that night, that’s how scraggly little lady was getting, I had missed the star completely. I opted out of the bangs for now, but we’ll see how it goes.
That’s it for tonight. I’ll entertain you with house hunting stories (as very unsuccessful as the first day was) another day.
I’ll leave you with a bed time story read by first son to little lady, well at least I’ll leave you a picture of it. Happy Saturday. Happy Weekend. Olivia Claus is good even in July!