Should I tell you up front that I don’t know where this is going? Probably not.
But I don’t care. I care about you, certainly, but I don’t care if this post follows any rules – writing, blogging, basic social precepts of any kind.
So it’s settled. I have no idea where this is going.*
I feel a malaise. And alternately I feel satisfaction, coupled with a grateful heart. I’m unable to reconcile such disparate emotions.
We (Mark and I), think perhaps I’m experiencing a growth spurt. I will explain why this is a completely reasonable assumption.
We’ve noticed that our children lose their s*&# for a while every time they’re about to reach a major milestone. A child development expert friend of mine says this is completely normal; apparently, little kid brains can only cope with so much. When they’re about to grow (physically, mentally, emotionally), their brains put everything into reaching this new milestone. She said that if we pay close attention we’ll notice a pattern: basket case, followed by a milestone, like walking or a whole bunch of new words or the need to go buy all new jeans since the old ones are suddenly man-capris.
My growth spurt is most likely of the mental/emotional variety, but maybe I’ll actually grow physically. That would be completely amazing. Maybe those long legs I’ve always wanted will finally be mine.
There’s really no other explanation for my two-plus hour nap on Sunday, from which I never fully woke up. Left to my own devices, I would have slept until… oh, hell, I might still be sleeping. There’s no other explanation for feeling weepy one moment and at peace the next. There’s no other explanation for thinking I have the to-do list under control one minute, and freaking out about all the crap I’m not getting done in the next minute.
Well, sure, there are other explanations, but I am not pregnant. I am not menopausal (at least I better not be). I am not enduring a major life crisis of any kind.
So there you have it. I’m having a growth spurt.
I’ll let you know if I have to buy all new pants for my supermodel legs. Fingers crossed.
I wonder…
:: Do you ever feel like you are barely keeping it all together, even when there’s no reasonable explanation for your… craziness (for lack of a better word at this moment)?
* DISCLOSURE: Part of the reason I didn’t know where this post was going, is that I never planned to write it. Earlier today I read this post from Literal Mom, and it was the first time I admitted to myself that I haven’t exactly been holding things together lately. So I ran with that thought, and this is where it led. Not because I just felt some need to be all feeling-y, but because I’m genuinely curious about whether other people go through this same randomness of emotions.
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OK. So your not pregnant… because that was totally my first tough! 🙂
I love the idea of a growth spurt though! Definitely! That’s genius!
P.S. Can I recommend a good, solid vacation??? That always works for me…
We do have a vacation coming, but not until June! Will I make it ’til then?! I think we’re going to do a mini-getaway (with the kids) before then, though – just something close by, so that we can break up the monotony a bit. 🙂
My first thought was pregnancy too! Can’t wait to hear more about this IN PERSON IN THREE DAYS!!!!! (excited)
And now, since I’m so slow at replying to comments, Erma is TOMORROW. So excited!
Oh man, it must be something in the air!!!!! I spent the majority of the day in a super funk, feeling overwhelmed and lazy and completely undone for no pinpoint-able reason! Whenever this happened in the past I would make a list of all the things that were bothering me and all the things I could do to resolve them,but I couldn’t even find the motivation for that.
Hope you get your mojo back 🙂
Love the list idea! But you’re right – some days even that seems too hard. I’m much more even keeled today… let’s see how long that lasts. Ha.
is it possible that my toddler has been going through a growth spurt for the past 3 months? No? Then he’s just got anger issues? Phew.
Wait.
I do like this idea. I can’t remember if this applies to me. All of my “crazy” phases have been due to hormones for the past year, you know…new baby and all. But I am sure to pay attention now.
New baby brothers are hard on toddlers, even when there’s a lot of love. We considered putting H on Craig’s List at one point when P was an infant. It DOES even out and get better, though. I promise. 🙂
Oh, the crazy feelings. I forgot to mention in my own post that I had been crazy emotional around the time of the tummy ache/fatigue/am I pregnant scare. Nothing freaks me out more than when I am freaking out. And I NEVER feel like I have it together. Not even a little bit.
I thought by this age I would at least know what having it together looked like for me, but not so much. Aaagh. I’m glad I’m not alone in this feeling.
I do.
I go through this all the time.
And? I’m *so* calling it a growth spurt from now on.
(No rules/ not knowing where you’re going looks good on you. :))
Thank you, Galit. (And it’s a good thing, because lately I rarely have a clue where I’m going.)
I like the idea of a ‘growth spurt’ – it means that the losing sh*t business is not for nothing, right?
We can hope! Sometimes I definitely feel like I’m banging my head against a wall, but maybe if we pay closer attention, we’ll see that there’s a reason.
I could do with a mental growth in my head instead of just my *ss 😉
I know! I’m sure we ARE growing emotionally; I just wish I could see it sometimes (as long as seeing it doesn’t translate to a giant head).
Well since you just read my barely-keeping-it-together post, you know I feel much the same way. I like the idea that maybe I’m on the verge of a growth spurt. I’m totally telling myself this until I actually hit a new milestone! Now if only I could get my husband to even understand any of this. He seems to grow mentally and emotionally without ever losing his mind. Damn him.
My husband just rolls with his stress, too. So jealous.
THAT’S what’s happening to us! A growth spurt – you nailed it, Missy! I’m going to calm down now.
I checked again today – all of my pants still fit. But I’m also less panicky, so there’s that…!
I feel this way A LOT!
And thanks for putting it out there, I’m glad I’m not alone.
I like the term growth spurt!
Much better than Total Freaking Meltdown, I think.
Thank God I finally have something to call it: a growth spurt. If my mental state is any reflection, I’m about to grow to 6’2″ or develop the patience and wisdom of Mother Teresa. One or the other.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we had a tangible result, rather than the lost time spent beating our heads against the wall? 😉
Hope your “growth spurt” season is over soon!
I have no idea what you are talking about, Missy.
I’m pretty much always alert and focused and efficient; I wake up feeling efficacious and go to sleep having accomplished everything I dreamed of doing by the end of each day.
Also, I’m drunk right now.
What were we talking about?
Oh yeah. Man capris.
Those sound cool.
😉
Poor kid – all of his jeans are now capris. He refuses to stop growing, though.
Well, I’m bipolar…soooo…there usually isn’t a ryhme or a reason…however if there were such thing as a growth spurt, I would like that spurt to me in my boobs.
I’d be like a DDDD by now.
Ha. I have some I could loan you. If only we could swap parts like clothes or books. Some boobs for you, legs for me…
This pretty much sums up my life. Except that right now I AM pregnant, so at least I can blame it on that.
I’ll give you some of my long legs if you like. Impossible to buy pants.
If only we could take my extra pant length and attach it to yours without looking like a failed Pinterest project. 🙂