Ok, we moved across the country a few years ago and I have never felt like I got back into the groove.  Seriously.  Like my so called groove was left back in the other state.  How does one loose their groove?  I have no idea, but I know a good chunk of it’s gone.  I feel like a piece of me is somewhere else.  I run a few minutes late (which of course I hate) I forget items on my damn grocery list – ok, sometimes I forget the entire list.  My filing is sadly overdue, my junk drawer is very junky.  My motivation needs some motivation!!

Perhaps (just a wild guess) it has something to do with the fact that I am now in my forties?  Maybe I’ll blame it on that.  Maybe I’ll blame it on the fact that this is the year I broke down and got bifocals for gods sake!  I’m the type of person that is REALLY bothered when the closets are messy — and my closet is messy.  Maybe I’ll start with my closet, then I can go to the grocery store (with my lists) wait, the dog is staring at me.  Never-mind, I’ll take her for a walk instead.

Schizophrenia:  A state characterized by the coexistence of contradictory or incompatible elements.

My parents were completely incompatible elements.  Seriously.  I have no idea how they thought being together was a good idea.  Both have said to me at one point or another that they got married because their parents thought “it was time.”  Fabulous reason to get married, no??  I can’t think of any better reason.  Let the party begin!!

My mom often told me when I got older that it should have been an omen that they never even had their wedding pictures developed, there is only one picture of of my mom from the wedding.  It shows her having the veil placed on her head and it looks like she’s kind of sick to her stomach.  I wonder why I never wanted to get married?  Honestly, I don’t remember ever daydreaming about my wedding day, never ever gave a second thought to what my wedding dress should look like.  Nope not me.

So here I am now, married for a fairly impressive amount of time to a great guy who puts up with my crap (and vice versa.)  Life is a mystery, but I know one thing for sure – I don’t want my kid to think of his parents as completely incompatible elements – at least not until his teens…