Make We Laugh Monday: Stress is Funny, Right?
The insanity. The STRESS.
I don’t even know where to begin.
And really, what’s so special about MY insanity? Nothing. I know you all are feeling it too.
2 months ago I felt I had hit “critical mass”… yet here I sit… more critical mass-y than 2 months ago.
And I may have just called myself fat.
And that’d be fair, because in the chaos of all the chaos… if there is one thing I have allowed myself to let go of… it has been consistent exercise.
While that cut gives me more time, kind-of, it ultimately does not make me feel particularly happy… nor comfortable in the body that I have to haul around doing all the doing that has to be done.
But I don’t mean for this to be all about me.
And really, most of my sanity-keeping tactics have had to be put on the side-burner.
I can’t think of the last time I went dancing. Like, “wake-up-sore-in-the-morning” dancing.
DEAR MERCY, people! It’s December.
My kids are in a local production of Oliver! After several months of rehearsals… last week and next week are THE weeks.
The only time the kids are allowed to say “hell”… is now. My son said, “Mom. This is ‘hell week’, right?”
I said, “Buddy. You shouldn’t say, ‘hell'”.
“But it is.”
“Yeah. You’re absolutely right. It’s hell. But you can only say it this week.”
I am a broken woman.
If I am thankful for anything… I am thankful my children are orphans in the play.
Why? Well… when my 5 year old daughter buttons her shirt wrong, has her collar all flipped every way a collar might bend… and doesn’t wash her hair – it really is no big deal.
The break I need.
- Did you know I went to Seattle’s Best Coffee camp? Yep. That one time at coffee camp…
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