By Rachel Hoeing
How many times in your life have you had to try to justify your craziness? I hate to admit it, but as women, I think we all have come across one point in time in our lives where we can look back and say, "Wow. I really was a crazy person." I can't help but to think of Bravo's Real Housewives of NJ screaming at each other saying, "You're crazy!" "No, you're crazy!"
By "crazy" I don't mean going off the deep end and getting yourself locked up. By crazy I mean stressed. By crazy I mean irrational. By crazy I mean crying over the silliest of things. Been there? Done that? Me too.
I have had a few crazy times in my life. The first one I remember was about 12 years ago. I was very stressed at my job. I was teaching third graders at the time and I had a few parents who seemed to question every move I made. They were the parents whose children were already making straight A's, but they wanted A pluses. Arrrgh. I also had quite a few "challenging students" to say the least. In the midst of this, I had just gotten married, I had just moved into a new home, and on top of teaching, my summer job was beginning where I was managing a swim club and coaching swim team. I was already spread way too thin. Then, the unthinkable happened and one of my co-teachers who was only in his twenties had a heart attack at the end of a school day and died. To say it was a shocking event to the entire staff is an understatement.
Needless to say, I lost it. My poor husband who had only been married to me for a short time probably wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into. I just remember crying all the time and not wanting him to leave me alone. Looking back, it all made perfect sense. But at the time ... coo-coo, coo-coo.
The next phase was when I was eight and a half months pregnant with my first child. I had terrible nausea, had puked for about six out of nine months of the pregnancy, had that darn sciatica, and was physically about as big as a house. It was June. It was hot. I was still teaching 5th graders who were about to graduate from elementary school and couldn't really care less what their teacher was trying to say to them. I was ready to be done with school and start my life with my little one.
I woke up for the last day of school and tried my best to get dressed and look presentable for the 5th grade graduation. I only had one maternity dress that fit at this point. I wobbled my way around the room and then it was time to find some dressy shoes. I had one pair that fit and matched but could only find one of the shoes. We live in a home that is almost 100 years old, and my shoe closet was small and dark. I was on my hands and knees with a humongous belly in front of me, sweating profusely and trying to find the match to this shoe. Something came over me and the craziness came out.
I sat back on the floor crying (actually sobbing in hysterics) about the fact that I could not find the shoe. I was going to be late for graduation. I had had enough. I called my husband who was already at work. I am sure when he heard my voice he thought something was wrong with the baby. Nope - just a crazy person who cannot find a shoe. Do you know that my sweet husband drove home from work to find that shoe? (Man, do I owe him!) He found the shoe, put me in my car with a hug and kiss and sent me off for my last day of teaching.
Today I can say at this very moment that I am not crazy, but tomorrow is another day and the crazy woman may sneak out when I least expect it. Please share your Crazy Lady stories so we can have a good laugh at ourselves!
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