Of All The Things I've Lost, I Miss My Mind The Most: Funny Poem About Stress
When I was a child my mom used to where a tee shirt that read, "Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most". Even though I understood the humor in that, I didn't comprehend just how funny it was until I grew up and saw how true the phrase was. I don't know about you, but I find the truth makes things funnier. My mom and I are good friends and she diagnosed my absent mindedness as a result of everyday stress.
It makes sense to me, I guess. Every year of growing up we take on more and more resposbility until we leave our 'nests' and become independent. I remember buying my first car. It was the first major thing I had done on my own. I also remember paying the car note, the insurance, and maintance on it. It was a lot of unforseen work for an eighteen year old. But that was nothing.
Boy, when I became a parent, realizing I was responsible for another human being, brought with it almost a sense of paranoia. It was like all of a sudden my eyes were open to all the dangers of the world that I needed to protect them from. My mom and I used to joke that birthing babies kills brain cells. We had concluded that it must be the pushing that pops those brain cells like bubble wrap, but I was the dumbest of all the dumb while I was pregnant. I once left the car running in the parking lot while I shopped for two whole hours.
I know life is full of everyday stress. We all have responsibilities and sometimes that list gets long. I find myself trying to do too many things at once and worrying about everything even if its out of my control. Finding the humor in it, helps me deal. It keeps me grounded and reminds me why we put so much on ourselves. I know that I do it for my family. I might forget where I put the car keys, or have to check the date on my phone, but I will be okay and so will you.
Losing My Mind & Rhyming Words
Of All The Things I've Lost, I Miss My Mind The Most:
A funny phrase I heard long ago; I can now relate to those woes
Life won't slow down and I can't keep up; with work, the kids, the bills and such
I rush and rush and get nowhere; Here I still sit in this chair.
Looking for my pen, Where is my Pen?!; It's in my hand where it's been
It's Monday. What was I supposed to do?; A doctor's appointment? Dentist too?
Oh No I'm late, I must hurry!; Calm down, self, today is Sunday.
My spouse, my kids, they depend on me. I need my mind back, can't you see?
Turn back the clock to another time. Maybe that's where I'll find my mind.
I left it wandering, that's what I did. Daydreaming of when I was the kid.
No job, no boss, no bills, no strife! No responsibilities, Ah that was the life!
Now I have kids of my own ; a husband and a job, Hey, I'm all grown!
I take a breath and count to ten. Must put myself together again.
Kiss the kids goodnight - they chase away my sorrow. Now I can relax and prepare for tomorrow.
(Tomorrow is Tuesday, right?)