So here's the big burning question in life:
Do all women grow up and go crazy?
Is it a product of having loved our children too deeply, of having sacrificed, worried, lost sleep, paced, scrubbed, cleaned, and driven (literally), of having been peed on, puked on and pooped on, of being the first one up in the morning and the last one in bed at night, of knowing where everything in the house is located and of being the one to put it all there. With all of that, is it any wonder that eventually, we just crack and that's it. We're done. We're crazy.
Can you honestly tell me that you know a woman over the age of...(I'm going to let you insert your own number because I can't win. I'm likely to offend people with a number. But don't worry. We all know who we are. )who isn't just a little bit crazy? And most of them are a LOT crazy. I'm just saying.
So whaddya think? Anybody out there have the secret to not growing crazier and crazier each year? I don't. I'm pretty sure I'm already more than halfway there and I'm still 29 for the 4th time.
Makes me tired just thinking about it. Phew.
4 comments:
Accepting the fact that I've gone a little crazy has been the best thing I've ever done. It makes the good days that much sweeter.
I strategically hid my straitjacket when you came.....I try not to bring it out in polite company.
I used to think my mom was a little crazy. And now I find myself doing so many of the SAME crazy things. I had decided that she was just normal. But maybe I'm joining the world of the crazies. Crap.
I am totally going crazy. I am not kidding when I say that I have honestly thought I need to get checked into an institution sometimes. You stare around your house, wide eyed in unbelief because you can't possibly do all that you need to do. It's maddening.
this is Tiffany by the way, Tyler's sister. I linked here from Krystyna's page :)
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