Feeling overwhelmed is overwhelming

So a friend of mine is visiting right now and it has been very nice.  We laugh about how each of our lives are not exactly where we thought they would be (she married an artist and could have sworn she would be wearing a beret in Paris and not killing scorpions in New Mexico).  We both live in situations where we compare ourselves with others and always come up short.  Her neighbors are all artists and philanthropists right now and believe that canned spaghetti is made in hell and if you eat it, you will go there.  My neighbors cook for their kids and when their kids tell them they are hungry do not answer, “can’t you reach the crackers?”  So we talk about how ridiculous we are being and laugh really hard at the expectations we have for ourselves and the unfulfilled dreams we once had that wouldn’t have happened even if we made different choices because Castle GraySkull doesn’t actually exist so there is no way I could have become She-Ra.  But part of me still holds out.

Every once in a while you need a friend to stay in your house that you spend two days cleaning so that it doesn’t look like anyone under the age of 21 lives there to let you know that you can be ridiculous at times.  I am slowly realizing that the feeling of being overwhelmed is completely and totally self-imposed and I can calm it down.  Until I realize that my child only knows only 18 of 26 sight words and then I feel overwhelmed again.  I think it is a constant battle; the overwhelming battle.  You can become overwhelmed over that, but I won’t.

Instead I will blame those feelings on the fact that I never ate birthday cake sitting on a kitchen table while wearing a bridesmaid dress with a guy who drives a Porsche (does anyone know his name?  Did he have a name?).

This is actually a family picture because this is me.

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10 responses to “Feeling overwhelmed is overwhelming

  1. I am 10 from being She-Ra, especially since Thor is training me. Living in castle gray skull is the scorceress who was too pretty to come out in the real world of toys, bubbles and cake. I think She-Ra would be pretty impressed with your resume since swinging a sword really isn’t as cool as I thought. Besides I ate cake on a table in a big fluffy dress and the guy was not as hot. It did not change my life. Come visit me next week ad we’ll compare notes.

  2. I am 10 from being She-Ra, especially since Thor is training me. Living in castle gray skull is the scorceress who was too pretty to come out in the real world of toys, bubbles and cake. I think She-Ra would be pretty impressed with your resume since swinging a sword really isn’t as cool as I thought. Besides I ate cake on a table in a big fluffy dress and the guy was not as hot. It did not change my life. Come visit me next week ad we’ll compare notes.

    PS Michael Schoeffling, is the hotty on the table

  3. But eating cake with “Jake Ryan” would have changed my life! My young self’s crush. 😉

    • Seriously. I’m pretty sure my kids would listen to me today if that had happened to me before.

  4. Trish Loye Elliott

    I really liked your post and it was timely for me. I’ve been feeling overwhelmed and comparing myself to others WAY too much lately. I’ve also been wondering how I ended up as a SAHM when I used to have such big dreams. It’s wonderful when a true friend can be there and bring you back to reality and the important things in life. True friends are priceless. I just finished a book you might like, called;
    I was a Really Good Mom, before I had Kids.
    By Trisha Ashworth and Amy Nobile
    Funny and really helps put mothering in perspective.

  5. Ah, Jake…Jake…JAKE! I even contempleted naming my first born son Jake simply because of the movie 16 Candles. That’s how deep I am and my kids can reach the crackers and have come to believe that they are a most suitable meal.

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