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March 4, 2008
Life is hard. We women have so much to worry about. By nature, we are chronic worriers -
moreso than men who can forget their troubles the moment their bloodflow rushes south.
So how do we get through the routines, the schedules, the fast pace of our lives without a
little distraction?
I have days where I'm so busy that I forget my own name. But at some point, there's
always a moment in the day where I stop in the midst of all the madness and chaos of my
schedule and my inner voice suddenly utters two simple words to lull me into a state of
blissful complacency:
Inner Voice: Johnny Depp
Me: What? Mmmmm yes. Thank you.
Inner Voice: I figured you needed that about now. Have you looked in the mirror lately?
Your hair is sticking out on one side, you have chocolate syrup on your shirt, and a toddler
attached to your leg. Do something about that, will you?
Me: Too bad my little guy isn't old enough to watch Pirates with me yet. Sigh.....
Inner Voice: Wouldn't that be something for the husband to walk in and see?
Me: Well you brought it up. Now you're going to criticize me for my thoughts about it - which
should be thoughts that are actually coming from you. Aren't they? (pause, head scratch)
This part always confuses me.
Inner Voice: Johnny Depp.
Me: Ahhhhhh, yes that's nice. Thank you.
Inner Voice: Well look I can't do this all day so I'll check back in later when you need me.
Me: Wait! Don't go yet!
Inner Voice: Why? You're boy is hanging off the curtains in the livingroom.
Me: Eh, let him dangle.
Inner Voice: And you think I'm the reason you're crazy....
And on and on it goes, till I put my son to bed for the night pop in a DVD that'll carry me
through to tomorrow. God Bless the Johnny. God Bless my inner voice.
Inner Voice: You're welcome.
Me: Shutup.
Life is hard. We women have so much to worry about. By nature, we are chronic worriers -
moreso than men who can forget their troubles the moment their bloodflow rushes south.
So how do we get through the routines, the schedules, the fast pace of our lives without a
little distraction?
I have days where I'm so busy that I forget my own name. But at some point, there's
always a moment in the day where I stop in the midst of all the madness and chaos of my
schedule and my inner voice suddenly utters two simple words to lull me into a state of
blissful complacency:
Inner Voice: Johnny Depp
Me: What? Mmmmm yes. Thank you.
Inner Voice: I figured you needed that about now. Have you looked in the mirror lately?
Your hair is sticking out on one side, you have chocolate syrup on your shirt, and a toddler
attached to your leg. Do something about that, will you?
Me: Too bad my little guy isn't old enough to watch Pirates with me yet. Sigh.....
Inner Voice: Wouldn't that be something for the husband to walk in and see?
Me: Well you brought it up. Now you're going to criticize me for my thoughts about it - which
should be thoughts that are actually coming from you. Aren't they? (pause, head scratch)
This part always confuses me.
Inner Voice: Johnny Depp.
Me: Ahhhhhh, yes that's nice. Thank you.
Inner Voice: Well look I can't do this all day so I'll check back in later when you need me.
Me: Wait! Don't go yet!
Inner Voice: Why? You're boy is hanging off the curtains in the livingroom.
Me: Eh, let him dangle.
Inner Voice: And you think I'm the reason you're crazy....
And on and on it goes, till I put my son to bed for the night pop in a DVD that'll carry me
through to tomorrow. God Bless the Johnny. God Bless my inner voice.
Inner Voice: You're welcome.
Me: Shutup.
