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Seven Things I am Afraid to Tell You

Recently, my friend Elaina and I were discussing post topics for this week. She noted I hadn’t done a confessions post in a long time, which I am very aware of. I just haven’t had much to say in that regard I guess. But the idea for a confession-like post came to my mind based on a blogging podcast I had listened to this summer.

Today I am sharing some things I am afraid to tell you. I strive to always be straight-forward with you all, but like anyone, there are things I hold close to my chest for whatever reason. Unburdening myself of these things can help us all learn a little bit more about each other.things I am afraid to tell you

1.  I feel obligated to do “kid” things with my kids.

I look back at my childhood and we did so many things like parades, Christmas tree shopping, pumpkin carving, etc., before there was Pinterest, Facebook, or Instagram. My parents did those activities with us not to compete with others in their friend group, but because they wanted us to experience those things.

It is a giant struggle for me to not only remember to do those things with my boys but to care about them (the activities. Not the kids!). I constantly have to remind myself that decorating for Christmas or allowing Jack to have a lemonade stand isn’t about me. It’s about them. And shoving my discomfort or annoyance deep down and trying to enjoy it for them is something I am constantly trying to improve about myself.

2. I add bacon and cheese to veggie burgers.

There are some restaurants that we go to occasionally where it’s total greasy spoon diner food. If it were up to me, every meal out would be really good teriyaki or another form of Asian food. But it’s not up to me. So when we walk down to the little restaurant in our town or head to another diner that Jack loves (they give out any flavor of ice cream to kids for free -not just vanilla. That puts them at the top of Jack’s restaurant hierarchy.), I order a veggie burger. And then I sit back and watch the server’s face when I ask to add bacon and cheddar to it.

3. I feel extremely underwhelming and unaccomplished.

I have never been afraid to work hard and I will still gladly work harder than many people. Most days I feel like I am screaming into a jar trying to get my blog moving in the correct trajectory. I have been doing this for so long, but I feel like I wasn’t doing it correctly for a lot of years. Terrible photos, no printable recipes, crappy self-promotion on social media, etc., and it seems like such wasted opportunities. I look at people I started with and they’re huge now. HUGE. But I can also look at people I started with and see many who just stopped and no longer are part of the space.

Seeing the success of others motivates me to keep trying, but most days I feel like I can’t get any traction. Like I am holding my breath for something that just won’t come. I am convinced I am the only blogger who has less traffic than the previous year, despite writing MORE.

I sent a recipe from another site to my friend a few months ago with the comment “this looks good” or something basic like that. Five minutes later she said “looks delicious, but the writing on that site is terrible. Awful”. I went back and actually read the post and she was right. The writing really was terrible and cringeworthy. It was downright atrocious. Then I looked at her social media accounts and she had 2 million Facebook followers. TWO MILLION.

In ninth grade, I was voted “most likely to succeed” but believe me that doesn’t dictate what I do with my life. That being said, I feel like I am stagnant on my own path to success. And to be clear, I define my own success not as making tons of money, but replacing my old (small) salary would be a milestone I would love to achieve.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. But I do know I want to be someone who brings food and joy to the masses.

4. I am a sustainability hypocrite.

I love all thing reusable. I take cloth bags to the grocery store and use mesh bags when I buy produce. I don’t buy bottled water. We recycle. I compost. We use cloth diapers . I have fricking chickens that compost food for me and produce compost and eggs for crying out loud.

But so help me God, if I had the money to redo our kitchen, I wouldn’t think twice about taking all those faux oak cabinets and white checked formica out and throw them in the damn landfill. Heck, I’d burn it if I needed to.

Our kitchen is hideous and there is so much wasted space that would be better utilized by meeeee. But it is more than just replacing cabinets or cosmetic changes that I need/want made. Everything is a snowball from the first change that should happen (a wall knocked out), and that leads to very expensive changes. And I’ll be honest. I think we’d need to send Troy away for the duration of the work. After all the remodeling we have been through, I’m not sure we were both survive another big project. Watching us try to come to an agreement on anything home-related, is like putting two vipers in a paper bag.

5. I don’t care about the Olympics.

I think it goes back to when I watched a lot of TV, especially on NBC. The Olympics always pre-empted shows that I loved. This was before the days of Hulu or DVR, so if you missed that episode of Law and Order, it was gone forever. Even though I now watch very little TV, somehow that feeling has stuck with me.

I’m in awe of the athletes who make it to the Olympics and the immense amount of dedication that it takes to be the best in your country. I love that it brings countries together in a peaceful moment if for only a few weeks. But I still just don’t enjoy watching them or find myself all jazzed up about it. I really wish I was.

6. I make Troy and Jack’s injuries/illnesses about me.

I was a giant hypochondriac growing up and loved the attention that being sick brought me. Eventually, my parents stopped feeding that beast and after awhile, I shifted in the opposite direction. I currently won’t admit to being sick (allergies in November seems 100% plausible), and I mentally will myself to get better. To me, it’s all mind over matter and if I continue on with my normal life, then I surely can’t be ill!

Troy has a bad back and a host of other chronic things that I often have no patience for. It’s not nice of me to be so unsympathetic about it, but I am just not. Jack is so much like me and my earlier self and laps up all the joy that comes with any cold or illness. Again. No patience or sympathy from me.

I know 100% that it stems from my parent’s situation and watching my dad have to provide my mom with so much care over the years. It impacted their lives and many decisions they made. It took away a lot of freedom and caused burdens. So when I am telling the boys to suck it up and get over it, I do really mean that. A cold is not an excuse to lay on the couch for days. But what I’m also saying is “I’m scared and I don’t want that life for us”.

But also for real, sack up.

7. I don’t take my own advice.

I’m really great about talking with friends on how to move past upsetting incidents. Most of the time I can even do it myself. But from time to time, something gets stuck in my craw and I can’t.let.it.go.

Oddly enough, most of the time it is snotty or rude comments on my blog or social media that gets to me. In the grand scheme of things, those people shouldn’t matter to me, but certain ones do. I can still remember a certain comment from early on it blogging and it frustrates me to this day. Another time I was posting a really heartfelt moment where I was super upset about something related to parenting. I felt raw sharing it and while I know that opens you up to aholes and their opinions, someone commenting “oh brother” still really took me by surprise. I must have hovered my finger over “block user” for like 10 minutes.

What are you scared to tell me?

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36 comments on “Seven Things I am Afraid to Tell You”

  1. So I’ll tell you the thing I’m afraid to tell you. most blogs that have really “taken off” have used expensive mentor systems that streamline the blog and eliminate a lot of the personality. I’m always scared that you will follow suit and all I’ll get is recipes and instagram worthy pics. Btw I don’t read your blog for the recipes I don’t even care to cook 🙂 I love the stories of you walking with your boys, planning with your hub, and of course anything chicken or peacock related. Don’t get me wrong, I like kitchen tips but it’s the “scattered thoughts” I like best

  2. I am afraid to say:

    I love my husband and all that he does for the family, but I sometimes resent that I gave up my career in sales to stay home and raise a family and now he travels all over the world (for sales) for weeks at a time while I stay home, work full time and wrangle our two boys alone. And… I still make more money than he does!

    I also dislike the food that he cooks but sometimes I push him cook just so he has to do SOMETHING around the house.

    I no longer enjoy the holiday’s because of our extended family and the expectations that our home has to be the hub of actives. Every. Single. Freaken. Holiday.

    • I love to host and entertain, but that is likely because it is on my terms. It must be exhausting that you host every event. Not to mention expensive as hell.

      • I was pressed into hosting for a long time because my home was larger, and then I just said to my perfect sister. This is going to be split between us from now on. I have Father’s Day and Thanksgiving, and she has Mother’s day, and New Years. My Mom and Dad have Christmas. I also refuse to cook everything and have a pot-luck thing going on that everyone has followed.
        I teach and recently started counting down to the holidays. Today I took a kid who was misbehaving and explained to the kid I would tell Santa everything, if he didn’t straighten up. We’ll see.
        My kids are funny, and irreverent and that makes me sad and proud at the same time. I’m married to a man I don’t deserve. He is a great husband and father and was an amazing son to his Mom and stepdad. Even with this I sometimes secretly wish his piles of stuff would disappear and I could get him to be tidy. I also don’t like the dog, and feel guilty when she is happy that I’m home.

  3. I really enjoy your blog. Your honesty, creativity, and fart jokes are refreshing. Thank you for taking the time to share with us. I’m also in the Seattle area so I appreciate that local perspective. Keep on writing!

  4. Aloha, I am with Mary Fermin, she expressed exactly what I want to say, and furthermore, I also want to add that you are the ONLY person I follow a blog on. Your sense of humor is what I appreciate and the willingness to say bad words pleases me very much, keep on keeping on, girrrrl. You got what it takes,
    Mahalo, Stephanie

  5. I’m with you on a lot of those.

    Serious: We are close to being licensed for pre-adoptive foster care, and I just have no idea how this is going to work. I’m holding onto faith that He equips the called, so to speak, but if my contentment as a SAHM is now fleeting at best, what in the world is going to happen with another kiddo? There are about a thousand variables affecting my contentment, too, so it feels like pissing into the wind to try anything rejuvenating. :-/

    Silly: I am a Dr Pepper addict. I know, I know. I just can quit it. I went months without it around a Whole30 this year, but I’m back in deep. ?

    • Oh my, it sounds like you’re about to have a lot on your plate. Sending good positive thoughts that it works out and finds a way to be part of your life.

      Dr. Pepper used to totally be my jam. I loved it. Then I stopped drinking it for awhile and now the taste kinda grosses me out. Cherry Coke was the same way when I stopped drinking it (though even typing that makes my mouth water).

  6. Number one made me chuckle 🙂 I have that same problem. My deal is I freakin hate messes! And that is hard living in a house with 6 kids, and with my brother and his 5 dogs.. plus my two cats. Clutter and mess everywhere! (Why do kids need to bring home so much paper from school?!) It really fries my Virgo brain. We didn’t carve pumpkins this year. I just didn’t want to have to deal with it. The kids were disappointed but I told them after thanksgiving they can take the pumpkins to the backyard and beat them open with a bat 🙂 free chicken food. Haha. I try so hard to keep it minimal at our house but after moving we still have boxes of crap sitting around that are unpacked. Moving again next summer and I hope to the gods I can get these boxes gone through and gotten rid of before then! I think feeling unaccomplished is a common feeling a lot of people have. I too struggle with that. I feel like I should have gotten a lot more done with my life that I have right now. But I’m trying to accept that things don’t always turn out as planned and just keep going. Even if you don’t have 2 million followers you have a good blog and you are real and down to earth.. and funny and with less followers you can make real connections with people. You don’t need to be insta-famous to be successful. I think the majority of your readers are very touched by you, and not in a creepy mcpervy way ❤️

    • Girl, the paper from school is pure insanity. It is like they are generating currency at these schools. We’ve started burning it now that we have a stove. It’s crazy.

      I almost wonder if you could commit yourself to one box a week for the next 10 weeks and see how that goes. I find in my own life if I see a big job ahead of me, I shut down when I think about having to do it all. But when I break it down into small chunks, it seems more manageable.

      Mcpervy is my new favorite word.

  7. I scared to tell you that even though I’m probably old enough to be your mother, I consider you a good friend. I subscribe to your blog and every time I open my email and see your name, my heart jumps! I wake up Sunday mornings and the first thing I do (after going to the bathroom) is read your Sunday blog (my favorite!) Also, as I have told my oldest daughter, think of success as what you have accomplished instead of what you WANT to accomplish. I raised 3 children who have never been in trouble with the law, don’t use drugs, never been in financial ruin, who are all indecpendent and smart, and I consider myself one of the most successful women in the world. You have been through some very rough times for being as young as you are, and the fact that you are standing where you are today means you, too, are an incredibly successful woman! Give yourself a pat on the back. Job well done! Love you much!

  8. I loved your post because it is exactly how the rest of us (read, ME) feel!
    I am raising three grandchildren after the loss of their Mother and people keep saying “I really admire you.”
    Don’t people, just don’t—- I lose my sh*t on a daily basis and am fumbling my way through.
    We all do the best that we can and hope that we get better as time moves on.
    So hang in there and give it your best shot!

    Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  9. I agree with Laura – hard to share!

    I can confess that I completely understand why seniors leave the north and head south in winter. I turned 47 last week and am already miserable with the cold, wind, less daylight, cold, did I mention how bone cold it is?
    If my thoughts were in a bubble over my head for people to read I would not have a family, friends or a job. Not sure how to clean up my inner monologue.

    I wish there was somebody on my street that I could share meal prep with. I think it would be so much nicer if I could just exchange meals twice a week or so. Maybe I would be more motivated to prep and get er done.

    I hate toe nails. I can’t even touch my own. Can’t. Even.

    • I doubt anyone would have any friends left in our inner monologues were visible!

      • I so agree! But my main fault in life is I can’t even hide it! It’s across my face! Like a WTF look or a “you are just an idiot” look or even better “I am so pissed at you and if I could, I’d probably punch you in the face” look.
        If I am the least bit unhappy in one way or another …. it’s on my face and you are very aware of it.
        I guess I shouldn’t play poker.

  10. Thank You for sharing this. I loved it! I want to share my things that I keep to myself… But I have them so well wrapped up, I have to find them. I will share if I can unwrap them. Thank You