Ladies, it’s 2009: If you’re a mom, you’re busy. More than likely, you’re a little crazy, too. Aren’t we all? If we aren’t made that way by nature, we’re rendered helpless and hopeless by the hormones that street race through our bodies…or we’re driven just a little bit nuts by our children. Thankfully, the last two categories of crazy are usually temporary.
Toss in stress, and we’re done for. Yesterday, for example, I was a mess. I’m usually a fairly mellow, strong-on-the-inside kind of girl. But I had monster stress, wacky hormones, and too much left-over Easter chocolate body-slamming each other inside my body all day. I was irritable, weepy, and finding dumb things a little too funny…not all at once, but it sure felt like it. Talk about scary…it was my own private version of “Pollyanna Has a Meltdown.”
Come on…you know what I’m talking about.
Don’t worry, though — this blog isn’t about how crazy hormones combined with too much sugar can make us (though I don’t promise that it won’t come up again). CrazyBusyMama (Dot Calm) is all about life as a mom in a society that’s plenty crazy and busy all by itself…a society that is often the cause (or the instigator) of our own crazybusy lives.
Let’s cope together, okay? Scratch that — let’s relish life together! Coping is for people who are muddling through. I’ve been a muddle-headed muddler for far too long in my life. By the way, Webster’s defines muddle as:
verb 1 Mix up; confuse 2 Act confusedly
Muddle-headed, therefore, means:
(adj.) confused
Are you confused? Hey, I finally know what I want to do with my life. (At 39, better late than never really applies here.) Whether you’re at the same point or still feeling somewhat muddle-headed and long to see clearly, welcome!
