Does That Make Me Crazy?

I love that Gnarls Barkley song.

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind. There was something so pleasant about that place. Even your emotions had an echo and so much space...does that make me crazy?

I love this song. So much that I bought his St Elsewhere CD this afternoon. I am sure the hip young cashier who rang me up thought this CD was for my son or daughter, certainly not for me. Sure, at times I think I am still a cool chick, who certainly doesn't LOOK 42 years old. But, here's the thing. At first, I thought I heard them say it was Charles Barkley singing this song. Charles Barkley? Interesting. Then after awhile I realized that it was ridiculous to think that Sir Charles of NBA fame would be singing this 'crazy' song. And I found out it was Gnarls. Not Charles. Hmmm. Makes a little more sense.

See? These are the types of things that run through my head at the strangest times.

But I have definitely been crazy today. The girls get home on Monday...and I have been in 'the zone'. Yes, I have been crazy getting all of the stuff done. Because it's down to the wire now. My 44 days are coming to an end. So I have been crazy doing all of the last minute stuff. The last minute cleaning. The last minute organizing. The last minute writing. The last minute thinking. The last minute drinking Cosmos at Connie's. The last minute shopping.

Wow. It really has been crazy over these last few days.

But after all of this craziness, I will glad to have my girls back home. And settle back into our own definition of 'crazy'. Back to our Queendom (Get it? No king). Back to our life. The noise. The pancakes. The laughter. The laundry. It might seem crazy to some, but I love that life.

It balances me out somehow. Because as a single mother with two children, I know it's hard to spend too much time contemplating the meaning of life. With two children, you are living the life, not simply thinking about it.

And although at times it makes me crazy? Deep down inside, I know it's the sanest thing I have ever done.


I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that place Even your emotions had an echo and so much space...does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Possibly.