Tuesday, September 28, 2010
It is a little scary to realize that more than once a day, I have this thought:
“I am a chicken with my head cut off!”
I am running around like a crazy person. I thought the word “maniac” applied mostly to my son, but I was sorely mistaken. It applies to me as well.
I don’t mean to complain, but, well, I am.
Too many days have strung together in which I hardly feel I catch my breath. (And, if that’s the case, then dammit, why am I not losing weight??)
When I get to feeling this way, I notice that there is also a progressive decline in my language expression abilities.
First, I say a lot of, “For crying out loud!”
Then, it turns into metaphor-speak. “I am a chicken with my head cut off!” and “I can barely keep my head above water!”
Then, I start speaking in broken sentences. “Where’s my…Oh, let me tell you…I don’t remember what I…Oh, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD…I am a chicken with my head cut off!”
Finally, it just all turns into cussing.
Believe me, the people who are close to me in daily life can hear me right now because this is exactly what I do.
I am past the point of, “Agh, Kristy, just have a glass of wine and maybe get some exercise.” (er, just not in that order.)
I am simply in need of REST. And sleep. And a little more room on my calendar. But, I honestly don’t see this happening any time real soon. So I just keep going. And going.
Like a chicken. With my head cut off.