Would you like to hear
Of the terrible night
When I bravely fought the —
– Shel Silverstein, The Battle
Lately I feel like I am drowning in my own narcissism. Me – starring in my own show about me! and what I buy at the grocery store, and what I read — and what I think about what I read. It’s pretty much, what I think about everything and it’s making me tired. I talk too much and write too much — about me(!). Blah, I can’t stand the sound of my own voice anymore.
One thing’s for sure: I need to pick up a newspaper. Isn’t there some scuffle going on in Washington over this thing called healthcare? Isn’t the ocean unusually warm? What are the folks in China up to? These are places where I need to park my brain. Maybe if I worry about the swine flu a little more, I might worry about my pre-teen daughter’s social life a little less.
I think there are two times a year when Jcrewville gets extra crazy. One is right before school gets out and everyone’s outdoing each other with parties, fundraisers and teacher’s gifts. The other is back-to-school time when moms who have been out of circulation for the summer get nutty trying to re-enter the social scene at the playground. At least that’s when I start getting all twisted-up and insecure.
I hate gossip and yet after months of isolation, I binge on it like raw cookie dough…until I’m sick and full of regret. Why, why do I do it?
So if you’re unfortunate enough to have clicked on this post and are bored, join the club. If you are feeling vulnerable because it’s that time of year when you need to put on lipstick and make cocktail-party chatter with other moms, you are not alone. And if you have any opinions on healthcare or the swine flu or news about you (!), please share.
In the meantime, I’m going to throw on my fleece and sit outside on this chilly afternoon. Or maybe I’ll brew a pot of coffee and bake some cookies.