Welcome to The Sunday Scoop, where each Sunday I highlight an Ode and a Commode To Joy from my week. Life contains more than the obvious in-your-face joys, and I’m determined to find them.
Ode To Joy – It’s been a good week. Mom took me and Miller on a field trip to the Mari-Mann Herb garden Thursday afternoon. That evening was date night for me and Muscato. It felt like the old days, the early dating days, excitement and smiles and engaged conversation. Saturday was peach picking day at the farm, an annual tradition.
But ultimately, I’m going with Tuesday. The whole day. Miller and I had a lunch date. We were the only two diners in a lower grill area and happened to be by a television. One of the waitresses thoughtfully changed the channel to Nick Jr. We watched a full episode of Blaze and the Monster Machines while feasting on tuna salad (me) and popcorn chicken (Miller). The days for our impromptu lunches are numbered as all-day school draws nearer. That awareness mixed with all the feel goods made it one of those soak-it-up, let-it-sink-in, you’ll-remember-this-for-a-long-time lunches.
Tuesday evening, Miller and I went to the zoo; they were open extended hours. First up, a stop by the playground before going inside and exploring. The weather was gorgeous. It wasn’t crowded. The whole day was the Mommy and Miller show, and it was a fun episode. No drama. No tears. No Miller snits that end with me asking, “Are you better now?” Just good times and good memories.
Commode – Do you remember “The $7,000 Shower” installment that I posted this week? (Also on Tuesday, come to think of it.) My routine is to publish to WordPress, email subscribers, share to Instagram, and post to Facebook. Once “live” on all platforms, I keep up with comments and engagement.
For this specific installment, I waited until Miller and I were home from the zoo – around 7:30 – before publishing and sharing it. Imagine my surprise, then, when a Facebook notification informed me that the post had been hidden from view; it was considered “spam”. By this point, it was 8:40 p.m., which is Miller’s “last call for food” thus kicking off the bedtime routine.
As any stay at home mom – or perhaps any mom – will tell you, by bedtime, we (the moms) are spent. Patience is thinned, if not completely gone, even on really good days. We’re worn out and just want the kids in bed so we can detox ourselves for a little bit. This is exactly when I got the spam notification. Let’s just say I wasn’t in the best state of mind for such bull-crockery.
As in, it unhinged me. As in, something that should have such little bearing on mood sent me off the rails. As in, when Mark got home from work (as I myself was tucking in for bed), I lost it. A full grown woman crying over being Facebook spam. It’s embarrassing.
All of my self-worth down went the toilet. So much for a meaningful life. Facebook is my biggest funnel to Commode To Joy. If they start spamming me on the reg, there goes the operation. Maybe I should quit it all and punch the clock as a stay-at-home whatever who buys the food and makes the beds and runs the errands and does the stuff.
I wish I were kidding…
All of the joy that’d come from piecing that installment together – and yes I loved the process – was shattered. Mark (bless him) tried talking to me about it. I (shaky whisper cry voice) asked if I could just go to bed instead. He obliged (bless him).
And now the turn around to get from the commode to the ode. How is it a good thing? That’s the question that gets us back to joy. How is it a good thing that I got teary eyed and snot faced over a Facebook notification for crying out loud! (And crying out loud I did.)
To Joy – Firstly, despite the water works, I handled the situation. I responded to Facebook saying it was not spam and suggested they read the content. I shared a second post to Facebook explaining what happened with a link to my blog instead of to the installment hoping for an algorithm loophole. Consequently, the installment got more views than expected, but that’s a mini joy. The big joy came later in the day when I saw this on Instagram:
Oh my gosh. She’s speaking my language. Yes! Yes to the end of everything, and yes, it all sucks. Whereas Glennon needed a glass of water, I needed sleep. Apparently this entire charade is called dramatic thinking!
So that triggering damnable spam notification? Not so damning after all.
I’m not delusional enough to believe that I’m through with dramatic thinking; there’ll be plenty more to come. But moving forward, thanks to the timing of the spam flag and Glennon’s meme, I’ll recognize it without being undone by it.
A part of me can step back and patiently watch my inner child fall to pieces and throw a snit fit before asking, “Are you better now?”
Yes, I’m better now. Much.
While that spam notification wasn’t the ode to joy of my week, it wound up bringing an extra scoop of joy.
Now that? Is a good thing.Every day, week, month, or season contains at least two scoops of joy. Click To Tweet
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