It’s more like a feelings problem, really. Whereas normal people get sad, I get blubbering-bucket-of-tears sad. Whereas normal people get worried, I get certain-an-airplane-toilet-is-going-to-come-crashing-through-the-roof-and-kill-us-all-repeatedly worried. Whereas normal people get angry, I get blood-pressure-spikingly-and-extremity-tremblingly angry. I’d say I’m bipolar (isn’t that when people get super manic and then super depressed and […]
So as I was driving home this evening, one of the warning doohickeys on my car dashboard lit up and started dinging, indicating something was amiss. This normally wouldn’t be a big deal (I’ve been known to treat those things as suggestions rather than emergency alerts in the past), except […]
Let’s say you’ve been taking Junior to a lot of peers’ birthday parties lately. They could be 4th birthday parties. Maybe 5th. Maybe even 6th, 7th, or 8th. Eventually, Junior’s going to ask for or expect his/her own birthday party. You could say no, of course, but then you’d be […]
I see you. And I don’t mean I see you see you (though I do physically see you). I mean I see inside you — I see the storm that’s tearing your soul apart, bit by unimaginable bit. I can see you because I am you. Not now you, of […]
It’s been a long time coming, but today officially marks the day I ran out of give-a-fucks. I’m not really sure what this means for me personally and professionally in the coming weeks. Let’s hope it doesn’t mean murder. Incident #1 I spent my fourth to last give-a-fuck this morning […]
Each year on Memorial Day, my family travels to a state park where we rent a room at the inn or a cabin and then partake in things like cooking out, hiking, swimming, and generally enjoying nature. And in so doing, we expect to enjoy ourselves. I mean, we are spending […]
And that makes me sad. This is nothing new, mind you. Since the moment I went back to work (I had favorite locked down up until that point), I’ve been a second thought. A person to turn to when all other avenues have been exhausted. Practically a stranger. My husband […]
Yesterday, I announced my intent to write a book titled “Mommy, My Butt Hurts” and Other Indicators I’m Living The Dream. I’m still going to do that sometime between learning American Sign Language and how to play the guitar. (Put it on your calendars. At this rate, it should be […]