One Mom’s Itchy Butt #6

The first time these words began clamoring in my ear were on a Friday night.  I had planned a great family night - we were going to order a bunch of pizza and rock out to Leo Moracchioli on YouTube.  It was going to be good quality time, the kids were going to love it,... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #5

Delusions of Grandeur.... I've heard this term so many times associated with mania, and it never made sense to me.  If this is a metric of mania, then I am manic when I'm depressed or completely stable.  I'm a Mom.  My delusions of grandeur start at 6AM, when I think that I will get 3... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #4

There was a time that I wanted to be a "perfect" mom.  I structured my existence around watching everyone else and attempting to one-up them.  Perfectionism and motherhood aren't great bed-buddies, yet most moms I know confess they are absolute perfectionists. Everything about me relied upon someone else's feedback/approval.  I spent my life as a... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #2

Yesterday's Post here One of the most difficult aspects of managing Bipolar is relationships.  Looking back on my life, I've always had friendships where it's almost immediate enmeshment, toxic, goes nuclear, and ends.  For most of my life, people would cut me out.  I would find myself begging people to forgive me or constantly seeking... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #1

Mental Health Awareness month has prompted me to start a new blog category.  To be honest, it's been on my mind, because it is my mind.  I've realized, though, over the past few months, that attempting to separate mental illness from being a Mom is like attempting to separate my left cheek from my right.... Continue Reading →

Creative? Parenting

Like every mother, my children drive me insane.  I truly love them, but I genuinely also kind of want to duct tape them to the wall a lot. In addition to making me more broke than I ever thought possible, they also seem to drain me of sanity, intelligence, and occasionally will to get out... Continue Reading →

From My Mouth

I have a really bad habit of getting involved with strange people.  For a period of time, I was friends with a woman who seemed to be unhappy unless she was preaching from a soapbox.  For whatever reason, I have this inability to disengage from people who drive me crazy.  I think it's my tendency... Continue Reading →

…Or Maybe?

Black and white thinking has always been the bane of my existence.  Ascribe it to whatever alphabet soup you'd like, but it's been problematic for me as long as I've been able to cognitively recognize words in my brain.  It's not so much that I am so black and white, but I catastrophize (Is that... Continue Reading →

My Butt is Out of Gas

(heh heh heh) In all seriousness, by Friday exhaustion consumes me.  Last night, I had great plans.  I was going to write, journal, meditate with some crystals, and possibly actually watch TV for once.  Naturally, after the kids went to bed around 9:30/10, I got myself comfortable on the couch and conked out.  I woke... Continue Reading →

Push the Envelope, Watch it Bend

I call the Universe Mother.  Take me for what you will; I like to put things in buckets that I understand.  To me, Gods and Goddesses are used to explain the un-explainable.  Neil DeGrasse Tyson talks about how all planets move in a cosmic order - a cosmic dance, he described.  As you look in... Continue Reading →

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