This is my life, plain and simple. It’s busy, it’s stressful, and it feels like the universe is against me at times. I would love to believe that God doesn’t give me more than I can handle, but I think the man is really confused with my ability. I pretend to the strong and tough, but inside I feel like a scared, lost kid. This growing up stuff is hard, even when you’ve been doing it for awhile.
I’m a woman, a wife, a mother, a friend (although not always a good one), a social worker, a runner, a listener, and a caregiver. I’m also a crazy control freak, type a personality, judgemental and gossipy. I want to think I am a nice, loving person, but somedays I just don’t have the strength to be the person I really should be and feel like I need a punching bag something to throw to express the emotions I’m stuffing deep inside. I have an extremely stressful job and a workaholic husband who has chronic health condition that is progressing at a steady pace. I have two great kids that I worry about constantly and probably nag at more than they deserve. Oh, and as if that wasn’t enough, I have my own auto immune condition that can wipe me out. Oh, and I think I’m funny. We’ll see how much and if you agree.
With all the above mentioned chaos, I run across some pretty hilarious incidents in my everyday life. Here’s my take on them; my remembering of how they occurred, and my one-sided, jaded opinion of them.