Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Our little crazies...
I've been feeling extra crazy this week--like even more than my normal never-going-to-make-it-through-this-day-without-breaking crazy. So I thought I'd share some of my craziness and maybe you could share yours (or maybe I'm just hoping someone else out there is as weird as I am).
Maggie's list of crazies...
-I hate feet. Hate them. After my kids are about two years old, cutting their toenails is about the worst form of torture (for me, not them) I could imagine.
-At times I hate writing. I feel a pull to it, and I NEED to do it, but I absolutely don't want to. Most times I really want to do it, but yes, sometimes there is serious hate.
-I have this odd notion that everyone is older than me. At Church I look around and imagine myself in the young crowd. When I find out people's ages (and yes, I stalk around a bit to discover this) I am soooo amazed to find out everyone I thought I would fit in with are way, way under thirty and I am an old, old woman of thirty-one.
-Certain days of the month (and yes, I'm just going to go ahead and say it) such as exactly ten days before that womanly monthly visitor, I am a pyscho. Seriously. I cry at songs on the radio. I yell at kids for breathing wrong (not really). I feel the need to reevaluate EVERY aspect of my life because NOTHING is going right. I strongly consider becoming medicated. Then I look at the calendar and take a big sigh of relief.
-I HATE loud clapping. Not the arena or sporting event version--that's fine. I hate when people clap for no reason. Why would people clap for no reason? I'm not sure. Maybe you should ask my husband.
-Since we're really revealing here (or just I am revealing, and I'm going to feel really stupid when I find out everyone else is really sane), I will admit that I am all kinds of crazy when it comes to cleaning. I NEVER sort laundry. And sometimes if I find a little toy and don't really feel like walking all the way downstairs to the toy box, I do exactly what CHILDREN do, I toss it behind the nearest piece of furniture.
There, I've said it. I'm crazy!
Posted by Maggie at 10:32 AM