Next Stop: Nuthouse

I was looking out the living room window earlier. It looked like a storm was rolling in so I went to check it out, and then while I was at the window I just sort of glazed over and started staring into space, thinking. (The kids were all napping, so I could hear myself.) And you know how when you stare at something long enough, it blurs, and you just can't avert your eyes? It's like your eyeballs fall asleep or something. Anyway, when I snapped out of that, my eyes focused on the window of the house across the street. Here was my immediate train of thought:

OMG someone's standing at that window. They probably think I'm looking at them. They probably think I'm some paranoid freak, looking out my window. Like a crackhead or something. But wait. They're at the window too. So that means either they're paranoid freaks or they're just looking at the weather like me.  

And then I realized that not only was I not seeing a person in the window across the street, it was like a reflection of their mailbox or some stupid thing that doesn't even look like a person. So then I thought:

Wow, I totally thought that was a person. Wait, does that count as a hallucination? Was I hallucinating? Do crazy people know they're going crazy? Am I going crazy and don't even know it?*

*(After reading this, my answer is most likely yes.)

So ... what if I am, y'all? Going crazy, I mean? I sometimes do feel like I'm going a bit insane when I'm cleaning up the 89,000th kid-or-animal mess of the day. Or when I'm dealing with one minor fiasco and two more sprout up behind my back. Would I know if I started to toe the line between sanity and la-la land? Does anybody?

If you see me wandering around in public, pantsless and muttering to myself, please interrupt me to let me know that my question's been answered.




   

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  1. I'm sure you will be okay! You are probably just tired of the monotony and the daily crap (ha!) you have to deal with.

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  2. You should probably gather a shopping card if you'll be wandering around. Don't want to have to worry about where to put all those injured squirrels you rescue.

    You're not crazy! Well, yet, anyway. I've done that space out thing a million times (exaggeration maybe?) and I only have to clean up the vomit and occasional "the other cat rushed me out of here" poop from our cats.

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  3. if you are going crazy, we are all going crazy!

    when i was a kid i was worried about ending up in a mental institution (there were lots of crazy movies like sybil, one flew over the cuckoo's nest -- plus freud was in his heyday). and i told my parents/siblings that if i was ever locked up i BETTER HAVE MY OWN ROOM! HAHAHHAHA! i feel the same way today! :)

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  4. you aren't crazy! you are a mom!

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  5. *LOL* At least you're still talking! ;)

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  6. We are all crazy at some point in the day :)

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  7. I think we all border on insanity- it just depends on how many times we are faced with our triggers on a daily basis.

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  8. I think you're perfectly sane.....but then, I feel slightly nuts most of the time myself! ;o)

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  9. Wellll - I might interrupt you to tell you you're pantless THEN let you know you're gonna be OK DOKIE and to just get in the car while I take you for a niiiice drive.

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  10. Honey, going crazy once in a while is probably what's keeping you sane!

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  11. Don't worry.
    Until you start hearing voices!

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  12. yep. My eyeballs freeze up on me all the time.

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  13. I am rarely pantsless, but if I am in public without my kids I am pretty much guaranteed to be muttering to myself. Sometimes about how I should stop muttering to myself. So book me a room next to you in the looney bin!

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