Fabulous February

Here we are.  The end of Fabulous February, and what a fabulous month it has been!  I started this month with a post about judgment.  We've all been there - judging others before actually walking in their shoes.  And I'm no different.  Hell, I probably wrote the book on judging mothers before I actually was one.  I still do it, but I'm not smug about it.  These days I know that one day that could be me.

This month also saw The Architect and I celebrate our ten year wedding anniversary and we had a lovely celebration dinner together.  Ten years ago we were kid and carefree.  Ten years on we're parents of two little munchkins and not necessarily what I would term carefree, but we've been fortunate enough to continue growing together and I'm thankful for that everyday.

Little Warrior and Polynesian Princess also celebrated their birthdays this month and we promised the Polynesian Princess that she could have a birthday party.  It's the first real kids party that I have ever done and I blogged about it here and here.  Yes, I had to do two blogs to cover it.  I am particularly proud of the Dolly Varden cake I made for her.  Big ups for me!

I have been what I call a Two-Sh*t Sam in the past and no doubt will be in the future.  A friend of mine said he refers to these people as two-catters.  If you've got one cat, they've got two.  If you've done one sh*t, well you get the picture.  It is a rare find, but there are people out there that consistently two-sh*t/two-cat you.  Do you know one?

And finally, the post I ended the month with was Mama Guilt.  You don't need to be a mother to feel guilt.  I recently caught up with an old friend who isn't married and doesn't have children.  She admitted to feeling guilty spending $300 on her hair.  And then buying product!  It would appear that guilt manifests itself everywhere and in anyone.  It's how we deal with it that is the key to having a happier life.

So that's a big farewell to Fabulous February from me and let's dive headfirst into Magnificent March.

Happy Wednesday everyone and thanks for following.

xxx

Two-Sh*t Sam...

Two-sh*t Sams.  We all know at least one.  You know the kind of person I’m talking about, right?  If you’ve had a bad day, their day was worse.  If you’re feeling under the weather, they’ve just come home from the hospital.  If you know a little about a topic, they’ve suddenly got encyclopaedic knowledge. If you’ve done one sh*t, they’ve done two.

Yep.  Two-sh*t Sams (TSS).   They’re more sick, more successful, more knowledgeable, just more everything.

And I’ve been one.   Every now and again.  And the minute I recognise what I’m doing, I stop.  Mid-sentence.  Because in my humble opinion, it’s a tad rude to TSS someone when they’re telling you something about their life.  I would not be offended if any of my friends stopped me mid-rave and simply said “is that right TSS?”  Truly.  I would be humbled into silence.  And maybe later I could choke out a mortified apology.

I accept that most of the time people don’t realise they’re actually doing this, because we call get carried away when someone's telling us something and we think "hey, I've got a similar story to this!" I get that.  I accept that.  What I'm referring to, is when it's consistently one-upping people.  Like, every. single. time.

So I understand, I totally get it - communicating is a two-way street, but check yourself every now and again.  Are you TSS'ing people?  And more importantly, are you doing it consistently?  Because if you are, chances are you’re so engrossed in impressing upon people your awesome story that you've missed the rolled eyes, the sighs and the casual glancing away from you as you steamroll your way into your bigger and better story. 

So tell me.  Tell me, tell me.  Do you know anyone like this?

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