November 10, 2010

• I wasn’t always bordering on the brink of insanity.  It wasn’t too long ago that I really had it all together.  I successfully managed a booming and well-respected business, counseled others in organizational skills, and drove a pretty cool automobile that would NOT seat an entire soccer team, and me, comfortably.  I enjoyed television shows that were not hosted by singing vegetables or a purple dinosaur.  I never found the milk in the pantry, and I never experienced the sheer panic of trying to remember whom I was calling before the voice on the other end said, “Hello?” Yesterday, I placed an order by phone.  When the sales lady asked me for my address, I had to put her on hold.  I absolutely could not recall my own address.  It did finally come to me as I was reaching for the phone book to look it up.  Recently, I actually waited in line at the bank drive-through, pulled up to the window, and stared blankly at the teller as I said, “I have no idea why I’m here.  I’m supposed to be going to the post office.”  She looked very concerned as I drove off.  What happened?  The stick turned blue.  Welcome to motherhood!

  -Ginger Plowman
  “Don’t Make me Count to Three”

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