Welcome to My Brain

Yes, it’s been a while. I have missed you, my little ducks.

Some stuff has happened between now and 80 million years ago when I last updated this joint. I will not go into all of it. Most of it is incredibly boring. The highlights: I still hurt myself constantly (am currently limping thanks to a softball injury, sporting a bandage on one hand due to a tragic interlude with an orange peeler, and nursing one arm because I apparently scrub my shower far too vigorously); I have the adult ADD; and we are working on a homestudy, which means I have to demonstrate my adequate parenting skills to someone else and hope that they are sufficiently adequate. I have high hopes that the social worker will base most of the homestudy on the most excellent and sparkly state of my shower.
Oh, I started grad school, too. Please don’t ask me when I intend to graduate. I’m holding out at least until I know which doctoral program I want to move on to.
The ADD thing… kind of huge. After the diagnosis, I read a couple of books about adult ADD, and I found within them my life story. No one ever noticed that it was hard for me to focus on so many things because I was very good at hiding it. Sure, they noticed that it takes heroic effort for me to be on time for anything, and that I procrastinate, and that I’m impulsive, and that it’s amusing that I can change conversational topics 27 times within the same paragraph. What wasn’t so obvious was that the constant influx of new and exciting thoughts spinning around in my brain made me feel like my entire life was a house of cards trying to stand up to a Wizard of Oz-level wind storm.
So now I’m learning to deal with it. I’m making schedules (my mom just fainted when she read that). I’m learning that “clean the house” is an impossibly overwhelming idea that I will never be able to start on, but that “scrub the shower and then sweep and mop the floor” is a reasonably good place to begin for one morning. I have not yet figured out how the space/time continuum seems to disrupt itself between the time when I walk out of my front door and actually make it to the car, but I am working on that, too. I will conquer time. I will.
My doctor gave me some drugs, which is awesome and helpful. I was previously unaware that ADD drugs often bring with them a sudden increase in physical coordination. It makes sense, I suppose. It caught me off guard when I turned up for softball practice just after starting the meds and suddenly understood very clearly what it meant to keep one’s eye on the ball. No kidding, that phrase never made sense to me before. Of course, I always tried to have a general sense of where the ball was. That’s sort of the point, right? Before, though, it was like the ball donned an invisibility cloak just before it crossed the plate, and I would have to swing blindly at it and pray that I might at least come close to hitting it. Now? I have the Marauder’s Map for softball, and that invisibility cloak is toast.
The downside to trying to drug myself into somewhat normal behavior is insomnia. Really bad insomnia. Not being able to sleep does tend to give me lots of time to think, though, so that’s kind of nice. I’ll close with a small sampling of my after-midnight brain activity.
Thoughts I Had Between 2:13 and 2:54 a.m.
  • There is really no point to having a large bed if your husband is a snuggler. Fifty percent or more of the bed will nearly always remain unused, and you will never be able to claim any more bed space than is required for you to lay rigidly on your side in a perfectly straight line. If you jump over the snuggling husband and try to use the other side of the bed, you will only end up in the same rigid line position but facing the opposite direction.
  • Is Julia Child’s Boef Bourguignon really so amazing? Isn’t it just beef stew? With wine? I guess it must be pretty fab if they made a movie about beef stew.
  • If I were a cat with a cast on my leg, I would not go up and down the stairs constantly, particularly since there is absolutely nothing in the basement that I truly need.
  • I should try to draw out the bed situation in stick figure diagrams for my husband so he can understand why I make pitiful sounds when he wants to snuggle up to me. Although I love his bulging biceps, one of them is now covering 3/4s of my pillow, and his elbow is in my eye socket.
  • Every dollhouse I’ve ever seen either has no stairs, or the stairs go through one of the bedrooms. That would be awkward.
  • I want this. But it’s expensive. And pretty. Logically, I should get this, because, you know, storage space and changing table, etc. But the other one is so pretty.
  • Being snuggled in this manner feels dangerous. I’m supposed to like this. But I can’t move my arms. One of my legs is now dangling off the side of the bed. If I fall, I won’t even be able to flail my arms dramatically while plunging to the floor.
  • The cat gets the last laugh, because it hurts when she walks on my legs with her cast.
  • Irises are gorgeous, but I hate the way they smell.


  1. Shana says:

    That beautiful bassinet is 50% off! Get it! It is gorgeous and not expensive at all on sale. (Yes, I am a total enabler.)

    I absolutely cannot snuggle while sleeping. My husband knows this, thankfully. He would love to snuggle all night long, but I would never sleep if we did. The only way I can sleep is if I can cocoon myself in a big blanket. :-)

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