MY TIME OF YEAR...

My time of year


It sounds so poetic doesn’t it? Like a good chick flick, maybe even lyrical. I’m thinking like…Frank Sinatra or Tony Bennett “who?” my younger friends are asking themselves.

But when I say” MY TIME OF YEAR”, I mean it like….you know…. a cycle, for lack of a better term. Some people get emotional EVERY month, for me, I just store it ALL up for one big MOTHER LOAD time of year.

I don’t know if it’s the nostalgia of another year past or having survived another birthday or maybe I’m still in denial over the fact that my nine-year-old didn’t ask Santa for things like; Tickle me Elmo or Barney or…. Hey wait! What am I saying? That’s good thing right? I personally think it’s a prerequisite for a career in vocal acting to create the most annoying voice ever spoken on the planet, and each new character is superbly more annoying than the previous. It’s why mommies take little yellow pills. Anyway, I digress. So Gavin is on to the really big boy things now; video games, cool movies, music and perhaps it is this that contributes to my madness. I’m an emotional train wreck. Here’s what I mean….


Something wonderful happens for a friend or family member,

I CRY.

Something terrible happens to a friend or family member,

I CRY.

We watch a movie with a sad ending,

I CRY.

We watch a movie with a happy ending,

I CRY.


I don’t have enough butter for this recipe.
The phone rings.
Gavin got a grade between A-F.
The vacuum won’t pick up this piece of lint…… well, you get the idea.
CRY, CRY, CRY...


And I’m not a big “Boo-Hoo-er” mind you. Most will admit that I don’t have tons–o-tolerance for too much drama (save it for yo mamma) but as I stop and recall, I think that this is the third January in a row that I’ve been extremely, ridiculously, OVER THE TOP emotionally mercurial and sentimental, though mostly in a good way. I mean, I think of all of the GREAT relationships we have and I can’t help but feel undeserving at times.

Our lives are so blessed with wonderful people, a cozy warm home, traveling opportunities, more than enough food (the proof is in the puddin’ baby), financial freedom (relatively speaking) and then I think about all those kids in third world countries with their bellies all swollen up and they’re orphaned at age 5 (I feel the need for a tissue coming on) and I can’t understand how someone like me gets to live in the lap of luxury when they don’t even have a lap.

Oh sure, we experience death and sadness and tragedies big and small but nothing to the degree or with the regularity that those kids and others in the world do.

Now I’m not saying that I’m sad enough to trade places with ‘em. I haven’t quite grown personally enough for that yet (maybe I’ll add that to the list of goals for this....no....next....no..... a few years from now) but for today, I’m just very thankful to be who I am and where I am . Ughh. Where’s a mamma when you need one?

OK, off to Rite-Aid. I have a coupon for 50% off Kleenex. Hmmmm, some chamomile tea would be nice…….or tequila.