Sarcastic Optimism

For the most part, I am an optimist at heart.  Definitely a "when life hands you lemons, make lemonade" kinda person.  There may be war, natural disasters and an economic depression going on around me, but I prefer to keep life in my little bubble pretty upbeat.  I smile at strangers and talk to the Wal-mart greeter (because Lord knows they aren't going to speak first).  In the evening, I pick out clothes for the next day for myself and my children because, I am quite certain, there will be a tomorrow.

I tend to balance this "life is a bowl of cherries" attitude with a hint of sarcasm.  Let's face it, when you wake up to room full of poop paintings by your enthusiastically artistic two year old, it's hard to jump up and say, "It's gonna be a great day!"  I've heard it said that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit and have been criticized by friends and family in the past for my sarcastic tone (usually encompassing descriptions of motherhood).  No doubt my mommy brain has been sucked clean of all intellectual ability,   However, your inability to understand my humor should more adequately reflect your inferior intellect.  I would rather depict my life in a humorous tone than to wallow  in self pity and criticism of others.  I would much rather exchange poop jokes than potty training tips.  It's just they way I am, take me or leave me.

So, I leave you with this pearl of wisdom:  "When life hands you lemons, squeeze them into your eyes to blind you from the horror ahead."