No, All you Crazy People, It's Monday

This picture is entitled 'free'. This is a butterfly that my girls and I raised from a tiny egg last fall. This picture was taken after the wings had dried, and the butterfly looked stable enough for a light rain and a small breeze. It was a cool experience, raising butterflies. It is sometimes not such a cool experience raising things like, say, children who do not fly away for twenty some years if ever, rather than in fourteen days like a Monarch. Nonetheless, I still find as much beauty in my children and their intricate personalities as I did the butterflies' wings. Face it. As a mom, you face disgusting things like snot and poop and pee and spit and throw up and any kind of food smeared on your clothes, their clothes, the floor, the wall...as the mother of young boys you will many nights have a wet sock after leaving the bathroom in the middle of the night. Or the need for a towel, depending on how deep your young boy sleeps. They never think of these things, those beautiful little children. They are all light, and find joy in the simplest things. They also hit each other and bite each other and talk back and draw on the walls, but the hormone in a woman's brain that even makes them have more than one child kicks in and somehow, we remember those golden moments like first steps and first kisses and first skinned knees and first days of school. Instead of the first time every day you have to ramrod them into doing something, or the first time for the next four hours that you have to change a poopy diaper or clean up vomit during a bout of the puke flu. There's a love that is insane, and unexplainable that we have for our children. It makes us do stupid things like spend too much money on Christmas and yell at them later on in the afternoon when they have stepped on our last nerve and we have had no sleep etc, etc. Oh well. Free. In butterflies and shoes, free is good. In children, free is good. They need to be free. But they aren't. They're the most expensive venture you could possibly imagine....but worth every penny and every moment, gross or good.

IT is Sunday, The Craziest Day of All

Wow! So, to my previous posters.......
To Offspring #1: You are loved. Crazy loved. And thank you for being so watchful about those knives......now, being that you were my worst and most painful birth, I expect great things from you. Presidency, (of something other than the local psych ward) or doctor, (good drugs...I'm voting on this one) or something even better, like an artist. Chop chop, boy...get to it!

To Sally: Obviously, if you inherit a million dollars, you should give it to me.

To Shirley's first question.....If you are truly the baby's father, then you can not count on the court for diddley squat. What you do is, Go to where the baby is. Act really ditzy, then do some drugs. The baby will think you are it's father, and soon, it will follow you around because there is no one left to drug the baby's bottle. I mean, babies are difficult enough without withdrawal....if the baby wants to go with you, then I say, you're a gypsy...just take it. You probably aren't going to see any of that fortune though, unless you can start her hooking early.

To Shirley's second (impatient) question....I may be crazy but that gives me access to good medications which help me sleep sometimes. And, you do deserve special treatment. If you want to come over I will share my crazy drugs!!! Also, I had no idea that anyone would actually look at my blog....or really ask questions. Whew. I was having a hard time not just asking myself the same things over and over curled up in the fetal position in front of the computer screen.

To Ponymacaroniwannabee: no, unfortunately, my house does not look like this. There are way more scary children and the crap they drop and leave and walk over and smush.....wonder what would happen if i just glued the children down to something with liquid nails? that would help with the chasing, but then there would be the listening which would drive me crazier and then i would have to get out of the house...and they would be glued down........and I can't just leave them home by themselves that's against the law.......I can see this needs more planning.

And now, TwoFeathers.....I have no art posted there because I am probably the most disorganized, stagnant artist to date. I have done 1 and 1/2 new pieces in two years. I used to be able to sell art at shows...then babies kept dropping out of me and now all my arms and legs are falling off.....I might post there sometime, but not today because I have saved today for the most special things of all.....changing poopy diapers, fixing everything that makes a three year old whine, finding new and improved ways to ramrod my 7 year old, and that leaves hardly any time for me to think up some devious and wicked plan to thwart the evil plans of the Leader of the Elks. But I will go there and look, because I know that will make you happy. And someone in this mess should be happy.....today it gets to be you!

and about that site.....HEY WAIT!!!!! are you suggesting that I am mentally ill????

Any more questions will be answered fairly promptly....sometimes I fall asleep so I can't post in my sleep. but I will try. Anything for you guys. sniff...I love you, man....

Today is a crazy day

Today is a crazy day, folks. And by folks, I mean those of you who are not reading this, just me.
Obviously this is my first post here at Ask a Crazy Person. I have a question for myself....
"why do you stay in relationships that cause you pain and anger and feelings of futility and hopelessness?" Good question, self. The answer is, of course, that I am screwed up emotionally and I try to make things work long after they obviously aren't working. I try to please everyone, I put everyone else's needs in front of my own, blah blah blah. This, I feel, adds to my craziness. And my ability to understand other crazy people. Sometimes. So I have friends....who are also crazy people. maybe they will find me here and we can just talk crazy to each other. It might not solve anything, but hey.....you never know. Stranger things have happened!