We’re guilty of it.
Every. Single. One. Of. Us.
Don’t you go and act all innocent on me…
Because we’re all crazy in our own ways. For some, it’s ignoring their (also crazy) ex-husband and eight kids to pursue their dream of becoming the ultimate media whore by asking for privacy, yet conveniently pimping themselves out to People magazine for a new interview every other week.
For others, its constantly finding ways to take things over the top with their TV viewers…
Let’s be real…we’re all a bit batty.
Some people are just way more so than others…
Oops, how did that picture get in there? Mama Pea knows.
It’s in all of us.
And for the past week, my crazy notch has been ratcheted to full throttle. I could blame it on hormones or boys or work or my dirty sink of dishes or my low bank account or the fact I had to turn around THREE times this morning because I forgot (a) my lunch, (b) my cell phone and (c) my workout bag.
In reality, I blame all of it.
By the looks of this seemingly innocent PB+B toast…
…you would never know I was downing two cups of coffee, reading e-mails, freaking out about pointless things, thinking and re-thinking every little detail of my life and doing my make-up all at the same time.
My form of crazy is overthinking EVERYTHING and as a result, me being all over the place.
Pretzels + grapes for lunch #1?
Cottage cheese + garbanzos + ranch seasoning alongside pickles for lunch #2?
A Chocolate Chip Peanut Crunch Clif bar for lunch #3?
And two mysterious mini quiches for lunch #4?
Why not four random lunches? You see…being crazy does have its benefits.
Hawt (minus the obvious lack of thigh-high stripper boots).
To illustrate my insanity further and tread on the thin line of losing readership, here’s a word-for-word text message conversation between Mama Everythingtarian + I today…
Me: I think I am going crazy. My mind will not stop.
Mama E: Release embrace let go
Me: Thank you. I’m going to yoga right now.
Mama E: Terrific
Not the most exciting TM convo we’ve ever had, but it was exactly what I needed to hear.
I got home, made a sundried tomato + leek egg scramble, ate my weight in Newman’s spelt pretzels (seriously, zee best!), took a bath, savored some chocolate and jumped into my comfiest PJ’s.
Now, I am going to finish blogging, clean my kitchen, watch last night’s Glee and…
Done, done and done.