Confessions of a Professional Mom

Confessions of a Professional Mom

Professional mom seeking clarity, balance and a well deserved glass of wine.

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My Neighbors are Aliens

October 18, 2012 , , , , ,

Alien NeighborThey used to be real humans, but hey, I never actually see them anymore, so aliens could have moved in next door and I’d have no idea. 

Between running a business, kids, marriage, keeping up with the 16,000 messes that occur daily in my house and the sports vortex, I now keep up with my neighbors on Facebook. Seriously! How sad is that?!

Now, I’m not talking, my neighbors live down the road because our property is so huge. I live in Southern California, so they are literally six feet away on either side. And I rarely see them!

Is this your experience too? Am I just un-neighborly (is that even a word)? Maybe I need to make more of an effort. Maybe if I put that on my calendar….visit with neighbors 7:35 – 7:45pm.

Long ago, before kids, friends of ours had three. All in sports and all running in different directions. I used to marvel at the idea that they had to do two or three loads of laundry every night just to keep up. I thought they were a little extreme having to be at EVERY practice and game. I used to think, “can’t you skip one and come hang with me?” What’s the big deal?

Well, now that same friend is laughing all the way to Nordstrom or the spa as she’s now practically retired, having put in her years of service. I finally get it! You do what you have to do. You do the laundry because if you don’t, it will swallow you up and your house and the dog with it. It’s like a living breathing beast, that laundry pile. I also understand the sports commitment. For, when you have something else that may prevent you from being at the game and your child looks into your eyes and says, “wait, you’re not coming?” (insert “Puss N Boots” eyes here) you melt. You realize how much your support and attendance means to them. It’s paramount!

So, to my neighbors, if you still, in fact, live next door….I miss you and I hope you didn’t get sucked up into a spaceship and replaced by aliens. Don’t give up on me. I’ll figure this all out!

Stay sane, my friends.

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My next door neighbor and I ran into each other at the while getting mail last winter and we sat in our cars, parked next to each other, and spent 3 hours catching up. Haven’t sat down with her since. Maybe the next snow storm with halt everything enough that I will see her again.

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pigtailsandsunshine

October 18, 2012

Hey I just wanted to say how proud of you I am. You’ve kept at this blog for OVER A YEAR!!!!! xoxoxo

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dtaus

October 24, 2012

Deanna, Yes, it has been over a year now and I feel like I haven’t even hit my stride yet. There are big changes on the horizon. I’m really seeing what it all could look like and excited about what the future holds. Thank you so much for your support. It means more than you’ll ever know.

Allison DeFord | Trailblazer | 877.764.1771 | felteverywhere.com

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Allison DeFord

October 25, 2012

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