Well, I mentioned last week I was in a funk and now I am going on week 2 and the fog has not lifted. I wake up and think, hum, what am I doing today? Oh right, the same thing I did yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. At this point I sigh, and think I just want to sleep and sleep and sleep. Seriously, look how hideously tired I look. I know this sounds like clinical depression, or maybe just an exhausted mom. Either way does it really matter? I have to get my bootie out of bed regardless and deal with Tiara or God knows what will happen. Once I down my espresso, I can start thinking clearly about the day ahead. What do I have to look forward to today? My walk, yep that’s about it. Oh and I am making a beet salad for lunch and that is my favorite. Trinity has a field trip so she will be happy, which will give me some joy, and Lou works open to close, so that sucks and Tabitha will be at work and school so that leaves Tiara and I by ourselves all day. Fun, Fun, Fun. I guess that means I will do laundry, pick up crayons, get my hair pulled, get thrown to the ground, sweep, change diapers and make breakfast, lunch and dinner. Oh, but I forgot Grandma is coming over today so I can make a solo run to Target to return the shoes I bought in the wrong size. Seriously I sound like a pathetic whiner. I hate it but I can’t help it. Oh, I also forgot to mention my rash has elevated to a new level and I am in desperate need of a prednisone shot, but I can’t figure out when to get to the doctors. My whole body is itching and my skin looks scary, I have to get the shot before it moves to my chest and face.
I mean, I wonder on a daily basis, do most people wake up happy and excited for the day? Is that what is happening around the world or are most people feeling like me on some level? For some reason I think most people are struggling. I could be totally wrong, but it seems like it is really hard to be “happy” most of the time. The funny thing is despite all my grumbling and whining I consider myself a pretty happy person. Now I really sound wacko, but it is true. I looked up the definition of happy and it talks about feeling joy, pleasure and being well-adapted. I am well-adapted and I feel pleasure and joy in knowing that I have dedicated my life to helping my child and raising my children. It is not always fun, mostly not fun at all but it is a job and tackle it with everything I have.
I live in a town where most people try to act like everything is perfect all the time and they are always having fun. Sometimes it feels like so many of the women are always busy lunching, playing tennis, working out, planning girl’s nights out, weekends away, dinner parties, birthday parties, play dates, charity work, etc, etc. Everything is a party in Newport and everyone is always “great”. I find it fascinating because I personally believe all this go, go, go is a cover up or easier than dealing with real life. I actually love Newport and most of the woman who live here but there are those certain few who can ruin our reputation for everyone. Maybe I am jealous, but no, not really. I have no desire to spend a bunch of time gossiping, and comparing notes on what I have or don’t have or what I hope to have in the future. I already know they all have more money than me but I have a sweet husband who loves me more than imaginable and 3 great kids. What more do I need? I wonderful parents and a special extended family along with some really wonderful and true friends.
The funny thing is sometimes when I meet someone new, I really start talking and asking questions. I love to learn about people and their lives. I am actually really interested in others. But so often I meet people and start having a real conversation with them and whoa, halt, put on the brakes. They instantly pull back. Don’t get too real. Often, people don’t like to actually get to know one another around here. I think that is because if you get to know someone you will find out they are not perfect and their life is not perfect. Duh, no one is perfect, yet most people around here try and be perfect.
I guess I understand this because I used to always try and be perfect. Trying to be perfect is so exhausting and a job in and of itself. Always having to look good by wearing the perfect outfit with perfect hair, with perfect make -up on a perfectly bronzed and toned body while you smile, laugh, and act bubbly. All the while, in a state of starvation so you can fit into your size clothes. This is so not fun. I mean you may look amazing, but then what? You constantly have to worry about what is and is not in style. Honestly I try to look nice, and I don’t usually look like a hag, but I never spend more than 15 minutes getting ready. When I do, I get stressed. If I am all fixed up to go somewhere nice, I don’t want Tiara to touch me with her constantly dirty hands, wipe her snot on me, or pet the dog. I can’t even sit in my own car without a towel on the seat because all the melted crayons will ruin my outfit. Way too much stress.
Well I don’t even know how I got off on this track and I haven’t answered my own question, but I have to finish my blog for today because Tiara is upset. She just came and pulled me off my chair and threw me to ground by my hair and added another scratch to my arm, and wood burn marks to my knees. I have to hold her down to protect myself and most times she slides me across the floor so my knees get wood burns. Super lovely. So I have to go. The sad part is she is still crying and super sad and I don’t think she knows why.
So right now I am not happy. Maybe tomorrow I will be?
p.s. I came into edit this after dinner and Tiara thought it would be a good idea to strip down naked and pee on the floor. Yeah, still not happy and still have all that laundry to fold and it is already 6:00 pm !!!
Chantelle says
Here is a hug! <<>>>
Hang in there…..Good things will come your way! You are already surrounded by LOVE! So many people would just kill to have a little of that.
Chantelle
Samantha Fellner says
The monotony of motherhood is challenging…. good days and bad. I too wonder how everyone does it, the illusion of perfection, happiness, motivation….how it all seems to work out one way or another and at what cost? Tiffani, you are dealing with unique circumstances – physical pain on a daily basis…that is a difficult things to look forward to everyday. And still you are as real, caring, generous and loving as it gets <3
Mara Schantz says
I love you. You are an amazing woman, mother and friend. I do think that many, many people are not really happy on a daily basis. Happiness comes from within and sometimes it is too hard to make it happen. All those Newport women you are talking about are not truly happy and that is why they don’t want to talk to you when you start asking questions. I cracked up imagining that!
Lei says
Tiff, I really don’t know how you do it. Everytime I come over, your home is really a “happy” place to be. When I’m having a bad day and tab knows it she invites me over because your home is sort of a place of recovery. You exude happiness even if you’re in a funk and for that you’re amazing (among a bagillion other things of course)! I hope you know how amazing you and your family are!
tiffani goff says
Thank you friends for all the sweet comments, they make me feel happy. So blogging has become my own free therapy and all of my readers are my therapists helping me through. Love you all…
Monica Bucci Nelson says
Let me start by saying that even in your funk, which we all deal with by the way so totally normal, you still manage to make me smile by the end of most of your posts. I can say this, you keep up what you’re doing, and this blog is great fun and enlightening for sure and I assume it must be somewhat therapeutic for you as well, so there is a win-win for sure. Remember this, I and many others care a great deal for you even at a far and don’t you forget that.
BTW-I made your Turkey Bowl two nights ago and it was so yummy. Also, give your momma a big hug for me when she stops by, I have so many sweet memories of her and how she was a little rebel herself back in her day. Such a sweet and down to earth lady. You definitely have a lot of her in you…xo
tiffani goff says
Thanks Monica, and yes it is my therapy for sure. So glad you liked the Turkey bowl!!! My mom is coming over in an hour and I will tell her you said hello… xox
Chelsea Hilbert says
Holy cow! I can completely relate. This is just the conversation I was having with a girl friend this morning. Transparency is so much more freeing but certainly scares people away who can’t or don’t want a reality check. How many times has someone told me “God never gives you more than you can handle!” My first thought, “He must think I am really amazing cuz life has been tough” My next thought is, “Really where does it say that cuz that passage is missing in my bible!” What I do know is that all these crazy moments make the joys more joyful because we recognize them more than those whose lives are filled with ease- real or imagined. I would love to chat with you Tiff! You are such an inspiration! (Again, a title I know that is exhausting. How can you be yourself when you are expected to be an inspiration?! But you are and I am grateful to know you! Your smile always brightens my day!
tiffani goff says
Thanks Chelsea, I love that you know that passage isn’t in the bible. Yes and I would love to talk to you too, this blog is really helping me to reconnect with so many people on a real and special level and I love it…..
April says
Very intriguing, Tiffani… with all of your daily obstacles, your beauty shines both inside and out.
I love your honesty and strength… Get yourself to the doctor for that shot and protect those beautiful knees of yours!
I cannot wait to see you and the family at the walk! Your email got me off my a$$, thanks for the inspiration.
Anytime you need a friend (or two/three/four) give me a call…we would love to visit or have you and the family over!
Love you.
tiffani goff says
You got me off my bootie when you sent out the email about voting for the art show. I promised myself I would get back to my fundraising this year and am happy to be making progress. Did you notice I mentioned you without saying your name a few blogs ago? I have actually referred to you twice. Love you..
Michelle Goldstein-Varner says
Sounds like you are in desperate need of another bottle of Cakebread!!! 🙂 Hang in there sweetie.