I’ve been doing an awful lot of soul searching here recently. It’s the reason i’ve been so quiet. So absent.
I’ve come to understanding a certain number of truths about myself. Not all of them are ready to be shared but one, I feel, needs to be said.
I am a calamity. An accident waiting to happen. I am a series of unfortunate events strung together by a dark sense of humor and an incredible surge of adrenalin.
So this leaves me to let you know that you may as well call me Murphy.
As in Murphy’s Law. As in the human embodiment of the concept that if something can go wrong it will. You see I’ve been fighting it my whole life. Trying to be the perfect person. Trying to be “Acceptable”. And I have finally reached the truth that if I accept this new law and expect this it may do me good.
I am the girl who goes to the grocery in the middle of a tornado wearing mismatched clothes and no makeup because “Who would possibly be at the grocery at a time like this?” And then i run in to 3 acquaintances and 2 people I haven’t seen in years.
I am the girl who takes her whole family to a fun family weekend at an indoor waterpark and her 2 YO trips and falls against a rounded, carpet-covered corner in the hallway and has to get 16 stitches at the children’s hospital.
I am the girl who was so nervous to give a speech at her father’s retirement dinner that she accidentally had too many glasses of wine just before her time on stage. It didn’t go well in case you’re wondering.
In the last 2 weeks my 2 YO has had 16 stitches, my husband has had major sinus surgery, my father-in-law has been hospitalized because he was septic, and in the midst of it I’m trying to hold down a full time job while also showing up “IN IT TO WIN IT” at nearly 1000 cheer competitions.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. I’m really not. I don’t begrudge the challenges that life throws at me. I just have finally come to the realization that I need to be just a little more prepared. ..to expect the worst. Not that the worst always happens….God knows it could always be much worse. And my tribulations are nothing in comparison to some.
I used to think it was normal -the chaos that my life entails. I thought that everyone’s life was like this- they just didn’t talk about it. But after spending some time with other families I realize that in fact we DO have an extra level of catastrophe.
It’s not normal. It’s not average. But it’s my life. And much to my mother’s dismay it is the cards I’ve drawn. I am so grateful for all of my friends and followers who partake in this extra-terrestrial level of crazy with us and who love us just the same.
So cheers to the chaos, the crazy, the stress, and all the good things that come when that pendulum swings the other way. We may be abundant in “situations” but we are abundant in so much else as well.
If you liked this post you should totally check out The Reason I’m Now Known as “The Urinal Cake Lady” or Meet the Teacher AKA The Night From Hell