If They Only Knew

Do you ever wish you could make people understand that the person people see isn’t the real you? This could be at work, church, online, etc. They only see a glimpse of who you are. Maybe only what you want them to see.

At work no one has a clue as to who I really am. Well, there are a couple of people, but that’s it. I’ve worked at my store for almost 5 yrs. These people don’t know me from Adam. At work, I have no responsibilities. I like going to work. It’s not a dream job, but I like it. I love working with people and I’m constantly helping new people. I’m typically in a great mood there. Always smiling, always happy, always trying to brighten up the day of those I work with.

That’s not me. Sure, I’m goofy, and love to joke around, and I really am in a good mood and enjoy making people smile at work, but no one believes I have a temper. They don’t realize that I can drop and “F” bomb just as easy as the next person. I don’t do it often since swearing isn’t part of my daily vocabulary, but trust me, I do it. And I’m a yeller. I can lose it in the drop of a hat, and that’s mostly around the time I’m PMSing. Really, that’s about the only time I’m irrational.

I’m a slob. No, not “Oh, there’s a single plate in my sink and it’s oh so embarrassing” kind of slob. I’m more like “Hey, did I just walk into a 19 yr old boy’s dorm room” slob. People have a hard time believing it. At work everyone sees me put together. One guy I work with said something to the effect of my home probably being spotless. What a joke. No one who knows me will every confuse me with being neat, tidy or spotless. No, you won’t find me on “Hoarding,” but I have my piles.

Being late is a lifestyle of mine. I’m late to everything. I was a bit perturbed that Elizabeth Taylor intentionally went to her own funeral late because that was MY idea! I even have it written down in a book that I want that to happen at my funeral some day. You can always count on me to be late. I’m consistently late to work. We are given a 5 minute grace period and I ALWAYS use that grace period.

Bodily functions don’t bother me. I have no idea why I’m throwing this one in there aside from the fact that I just this photo of my kids and people have got to know…they’re mine and they get this from me. My daughter used to tell people I could burp the alphabet. Ah, my kids are so proud. If you want a glimpse into me here it is:Do any of you deal with this? Do you get tired of people not believing you when you say, “I’m a crappy mom most of the time,” or whatever your “If they only knew” issue is? Do you get sick of hearing people say something to the effect of, “Oh my gosh, no you’re not, I’m sure you’re a great mom”?