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- Another way motherhood is making me appear to have LOST MY MIND. Please tell me this has happened to you, too. Please.
- Here's a choice piece of UTTER NONSENSE ON PARENTING from an A-list hottie whose probably the most famous "mom" in the world right now. Gah, she irritates me when she opens her mouth.
- And more on that uncomfortable balancing act teens face, teetering between childhood and adulthood and totally freaking out their 'rents in the process.
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Thank you for... well, I suppose for letting me know I'm not the only cuckoo-crazy who talks to herself all the time now. In the 2.5 years during which my son has been on this earth, I have mutated into a Crazy Lady. The horror! The humiliation! The utter futility.
Love your writing, by the way!
You're so not alone in this: I talk to myself all the time.
It started soon after we brought our first bundle of joy and sleeplessness home. When I pulled night shift, I'd walk the floor with him and talk to him. I apparently - and somewhat foolishly - believed that the sound of my soothing voice would help him drift off into blissful sleep.
Instead, it made him cry all the more, while I sounded like the curmudgeonly old man down the street who yells at the kids to get off her lawn.
He's no longer a baby, and our youngest is years out of the babyhood stage. But there I am, at all hours of the day or night, forgetting that the random thoughts that occur to me are actually coming out of my mouth and are audible to everyone around me.
It's a very Homeresque existence, and it gets me into trouble more often than I dare admit.
Um, Linds? Both of the review links go to the same thing. Thought you'd like to know :-)
Heh. Yeah, about that. Thanks. :)
If caught talking to myself, I just claim I'm talking to my pet rock. I think my parents once...twice...a few hundred dozen times...told me that talking to me was like talking to a rock. And my parents weren't celebrities. Angie, 'splain that 'un ;)
FINALLY! Someone else who doesn't refer to her as "Saint Angelina," and act like she's freaking Mother Theresa. I'm so tired of hearing about how great she is. What I'm not tired of, however, is reading your blog. You're funny and honest! A great combo deal. Keep it up!
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