Aww, come on kids, your Mom is not freaking out, she’s just entering the midlife crisis orbit. It’s an uncomfortable place to be, but I hear it’s part of life. The psychologist Carl Jung once said, “it is a normal part of maturing.”  Holy crap, and I thought I was mature, I’m just saying, I’m supposed to be raising kids.  OK wranglers, looks like you’re in for a rough ride.

So does Mommy need help? No, she needs a long vacation from her bickering wranglers. Is Mommy going to get this, probably not. The experts advise against making any hasty, radical changes to my life. But wait, that’s what makes suffering through this so much fun. I have an excuse for my random thoughts and actions. Do they mean these types of immature actions, screaming like a banshee at the recent Keith Urban concert! Or how about blowing the speakers out in the minivan listening to Jason Aldean’s “Dirt Road Anthem.” Is that what they mean by random actions?

They, the freakin’ experts, again, predict I will feel discontent and bored with my current situation, ha, I have better descriptive words than those. How about pissed off, much better description.  Do they mean that I’ll feel like drinking vodka martini’s for breakfast and sleeping on the porch all day? Been there, done that! Now, moving on! Oh and I’m supposed to feel bewildered, I love that word, here’s the definition of it, fits me to a T!

be·wil·der (b-wldr)

tr.v. be·wil·dered, be·wil·der·ing, be·wil·ders

1. To confuse or befuddle, especially with numerous conflicting situations. And I thought I was just hung-over.
 
I know what bewildered looks like, yea, this is my favorite picture,
 
 
 
“I can’t recall if this is meatloaf or chocolate cake!”

So what the hell am I supposed to do to fix this? Oh yea, that’s right, you don’t fix it, you suffer through it, kind of like childbirth, a shitty marriage or menopause.  I’ve read to avoid impulsive behavior, I was so looking forward to some kick-ass impulsive behavior, us astrophysicists don’t get much excitement in our lives, always gazing at the skies, I’m just sayin’!
After all when my tweens turn into teens, they can teach me this type of behavior, firsthand!
 



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