I’m not a negative person. (I just play one on TV)
Lately I’ve found myself talking with friends about Facebook personas. Basically how some people post only happy, positive things about how grand life is. And the question is – are they really that happy? I personally don’t notice that within my own friends list. Sure, people love to post about the good times they’re having and the great foods they’re eating and how awesome their kids and/or dogs and/or cats are. In this great world of uncertainty, a little optimism goes a long way, right?
It made me a little curious as to whether I’m one of those people with the happy, shiny Facebook lives. I tend not to post negative things. Of course, I think them. I fear if I started I’d never stop. I often stop myself from posting passive aggressive attacks that, years ago, I would have done without hesitating. Sure. I want to rail against Mitt Romney. I want to rail against Obama. I missed the whole debate last night, partly because it took me 2 1/2 hours to finally get both kids to sleep. Scarlet was somewhat easy but Des is in growth spurt #17,000 (but who’s keeping track) and he kept eating and eating. Eventually he fell asleep and I stayed in my room because he was the only male I felt I understood. Or wanted to be around. Last night.
We’re only talking about last night.
This morning was one of those mornings in which I questioned my role as anything I am, really. It’s treacherous thinking but it doesn’t happen too often, luckily. Or else I don’t know where I’d be, but probably lost somewhere. It didn’t help that it was raining. And that my kids were particularly whiny. Then there’s the heavy stuff. Disappointing politicians. Loss. Fragility.
Sick animals. The scary directions our country, and our world, can go in.
I’ll stop there now, just like I did this afternoon. I just couldn’t think the bad things anymore. I took the kids for a drive among the exquisite New England fall foliage. Seriously people, is it better this year than ever, or is it just my perception?
That reminds me. Pictures should be taken of it. This weekend, for sure.
And I got myself a Pumpkin Mocha latte from Dunkin Donuts, cause damnit, if I don’t who will do it for me?
Then when both kids were napping, or I was at least under the illusion that they were because there was blessed silence, I cleaned out out my iPhone. I put the videos up on YouTube, particularly this gem of Desmond’s infectious laughter. Excuse the terrible video quality. I was holding the phone while tickling him:
And then I cleaned out the photos and put them in my online gallery. There are some particularly cute moments, although I can’t get past the technical differences when you compare it to my camera’s photos. Still, I always reach for it anyway.
(Can you find the baby in that last photo??)
At the end of the night, I was schooled awesomely by Scarlet:
Me: “You’re going away tomorrow! (to the grandparents) I already miss you.”
Scarlet: “But I’m here now.“
And, sweet Des. In those hard nights, even though he’s crying in his crib, he grins through his tears when he sees me.
A lot of things are terrible right now. Not everything. And a lot of things are great right now. Just..not everything.