I don’t know how to explain my crazy brain other than a brand spankin’ new computer that accidently had the wrong Intel processor put in….no premium processor here. The computer looks great, has the latest and greatest apps, but the processor is slower than molasses in January. At times you swear you were back in the dial up days that the processor is so slow. That is my brain…at least for the past 6 and half years. I’m ok with it most days but some days I’d like to chuck the processor against the wall. Only problem with that is it’s my head.
It’s tough being a woman with hormones, a family to jungle, the weight of the world on your shoulders (hello, you worry about everything even if you try not to) and you swear your mind is going to short circuit. Try explaining this to a man. (no offense dad)
When I was explaining to Nick last night that his last minute decision to ref a middle school basketball game had repercussions that I had to pick up and my brain doesn’t just switch modes very easily. Last minute decisions are my kryptonite. Maybe I need to explain it like that, but he wasn’t really into Superman really…anyway. Superman collapses in the presents of it and I literally freak out inside. My mind is working overtime to figure out what end it up. It may look like I’m all there, but my crappy 1997 Intel processor is about to freeze up. There is no way to replace this oh so wonderful processor so all you can do is make do with it…right?
Not so easy. How does one set boundaries? How does one teach others that it’s not possible for this mama to keep up? Ah, the million dollar question….to be continued….




