I'm in one. There's not one significant cause. Just a total eclipse of several minor ones.
I can get extremely myopic when I'm faced with too many hardships. Even minor ones.
I try to find reasons for my lack of reason. My Attention Deficit Disorder is a major handicap when it comes to prioritizing and solving immediate problems. My Henny Penny nature is a huge problem. In other words, I have no perspective. When the sky is falling, who can worry about the details? Unfortunately, taking care of details goes a long way in preventing the sky from falling.
Funny thing. I was with a friend the other day, and a tag on the back of my shirt collar was driving me crazy. I told her that I couldn't think about anything but the stupid tag. That I liked shirts with the tags printed on the fabric rather than a stiff, sewn on label. She told me that children with ADD tended to be bothered by tags on their clothing. Whoa...
The irony is that when I notice the tag, I go in search of scissors with the intention of cutting it out. Even though I have 120 pairs of scissors, I can't find a single pair. And on my scissor search, I get distracted by random things along the way. So frustrating.
Have I mentioned that I'm frustrated?
I'm going to close now. I have responsibilites. I'd like to run away from them, but I won't. I'll suck it up. And maybe I'll make some macaroni and cheese. I swear, of anything in this world, m&c is the panacea. The cure for all that ails me.
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...