Remember the blog project I did last year with three other women? Well, Froggie decided to resurrect it with me and we each got to invite another friend to join us. She invited a mutual friend (someone I met through her) and I invited a friend whose blog I really enjoy reading. So now it's Froggie, Mom of Many, Moma Rock and Merrylandgirl. Hope you enjoy the topics that we'll be exploring!
This week, Mom of Many picked the topic: When the going gets tough the tough ______? What do you do when things are out of control to make yourself feel better?
Before reading ahead, first see what everyone else had to say on this topic:
Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock
When I first saw this topic, this song went through my head:
I wonder what ever happened to Billy Ocean. He had about three or four songs that all sounded similar.
Anyway, I also thought of a scene from "Moving Violations" where Dana (played by Bill Murray's brother, John) makes a new twist on the line and it's really funny. You can watch the scene here. (The line is said sometime around the 5:12 mark.)
Can you tell I'm buying some time here? When Mom of Many gave me this topic, I honestly didn't know what to talk about. I was stumped. I guess I don't consider anything I've gone through all that "tough," when I frame it in other perspectives. I think the toughest thing for me was coming to terms with my children having hearing loss. But then I put it in perspective of all the things that could go wrong (all sorts of health problems and disabilities I see or read about) and realized that it wasn't a big deal. I took what Hashem gave me and worked with it. If it meant taking my kids for hearing tests and speech therapy, so be it. As long as the end result was good, I'd do whatever it took to reach that goal. I think the toughest part of all this was anticipating my daughter's cochlear implant surgery. My stomach was in knots for days. However, she came through it, B"H, and now she's thriving with her device.
As far as when things are out of control, it's usually because I procrastinate until I can't procrastinate anymore. Like when it comes to holiday cooking. I'll wait till the last minute and then freak out at my husband that we have so much cooking to do. He's usually the one doing the cooking and has things under control. I'm the one panicking in the meantime. There are other times when there's a lot going on and no time to do it all in. I always feel like having a Jessie Spano meltdown (see the caffeine pill episode of "Saved by the Bell") and yelling "No time!!!" Sometimes I actually reach that point. I even choose to hide behind my myriad other activities and hope that the magic time fairies will help in some way. Or I just cry and/or throw a hissy fit that would rival those of my kids.
Other times, when the going gets tough for someone else, I'm the voice of reason. Recently, my husband became extremely mad over something and I was able to lay out the options for him, which helped him feel better. I tend to do this a lot when he has trouble seeing past the main problem. We balance each other out in that way. (He's calm when I'm freaking out and vice versa.) Even after one of my meltdowns, I end up thinking more rationally than I did before the stress all built up to an out of control level.
With Passover quickly approaching, I feel another meltdown coming on. I know we have time now to get everything ready, but I can't think straight about it when it's a few weeks away. So I know I'll wait till the last possible minute, even though my husband will have everything under control while I'm running around the house tearing my hair out. Wish us luck!
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