I’m not sure I’ve ever come out and said it on the blog before…I make no qualms about it in real life… I’m Bipolar. Manic Depressive. One. Crazy. Chic.
Okay… its not that bad. Anymore. I’ve come a long way in my *gulp* 35 years. Far enough to know when enough is enough and its time to step up to the plate and take the big girl meds. Its that time again. I was hoping to hold off until SuperBaby was 7 months old…but that isn’t going to happen. I’ll have to be happy with six months. But that is neither here nor there….nor the point of this tale.
The point of this tale is that it is time to take the meds again so I call up my trusty med doc (well….CNP actually…but whose counting?) to get an appointment and a new script. Her name is Rhonda and she’s great. I call her cell phone and she has is set to go straight to music until she either answers or you get her voicemail. You know what song she has playing? Beach Boys. “Help Me Rhonda…Help, Help Me Rhonda”….just the chorus. I explode into giggles every time. Especially because she has a very serious voice and demeanor. Now I walk around the house with my own little mantra….kids getting on my nerves? I find myself humming “Help Me Rhonda”. Then I start giggling all over again.
When Brendan was my only child and I was not yet pregnant with Lilli, I had a dear friend who used the phrase “Hobby Mom” in reference to people with only one child. She was very quick to explain herself and she meant no ill will …. (I love you dearly Danna….this is just a very poignant moment in my life)… and I was not offended. A little put out…but I totally understood…I just thought it didn’t apply to me. After all…. I am an open minded person with no rose colored glasses. I understood completely that having more than one child was going to be difficult. *INSERT MANIACAL LAUGHTER*
Yeah right. I WISH I had known then what I know now. I wish I had understood fully and completely the beauty of having one child. Now, I love having three kiddos…they are all beautiful…they are all spastic, clever and adorable. I would die without them. HOWEVER….the ease and beauty of life when there was just one … *sigh*. I want to be a Hobby Mom.
**Disclaimer: Moms of one…don’t get bent out of shape. Its a different kind of hard when you have just one…because you are learning it all…and that is HARD… its just not the same kind of hard as wrestling three kids under 4 to the ground every time you want to get out the door….