Status quo for me is no muss no fuss, low to no drama. I don’t cry… well at real life anyway… Get me a good Extreme Home Makeover, or a night in with a good Drama, and the waterworks let loose. For the most part, in an agrument, I can keep my head cool, and stay on point.
This however, is the status quo version of myself… who I seem to have misplaced.
The replacement is this pregnant lady that see’s a Wendy’s and NEEDS a frosty, is convinced if I can’t get ahold of my loving devoted husband while he completes a major school project, that he’s left me for the harlot he keeps, and that no employee EVER has been faced with the trials/tribulations I’m encountering on a daily basis.
The trouble with all of this, is I SEE the change, I acknowledge this crazy lady is NOT me, but despite my best efforts at rational thinking, sanity continues to ellude me. So I’ve resorted to the “woooo saaaa” relaxation chants I picked up on from Martin Lawrence on “Bad Boys”, hoping a few deep breaths will clear the hormone induced delusions! I take solace knowing that I don’t embrace crazy and use it as a weapon of mass destruction against those I love… rather I say… “hold on, having a crazy moment” and whether out of respect or need for self preservation they heed my warning.
So here I wait, currently plotting the demise of the service gentleman for making me ‘schedule’ an appointment for an oil change, knowing full well the 2 hour wait is standard (Ever heard of call ahead seating, take a hint dangit!), and day dreaming about a Frosty, cheese quesadillas, a #10 Jimmy John’s sub, and a little Rudy’s Country BBQ to top it all off. I will continue to fight the good fight, and maintain the modicum of status quo girl I know and love… and understand. Eagerly counting the weeks/days/minutes when she can rightfully reclaim her hold on reality, and excersise better self control in the face of delcious treats!
Julie you crack me up! hang in there, girl! and anytime you need someone to get a frosty with you , give me a call!