So, I sat down to write my latest column and I honestly didn't know where to start. It went something like this - "Hmmm, let's see - do I go with the latest on the broken arm that is threatening to drive me bonkers, the pink eye my daughter caught from the babysitter's house, the sinus/ear infection that floored me and had me in tears, the medicine that makes me sick to my stomach hourly, the day I got rear ended or the fact that my doctor found my heart rate disturbing enough to send me to a cardiologist." And this is just within the past 1 ½ months.
As you can see, my life has been nothing more than a comedy of errors. The problem is that I'm no longer laughing.
I used to believe in karma. Kind of that whole "Be good, do good and you will be ok" type of thinking. Obviously I need to take the being good thing to a whole new level. I mean, I'm already the kind of person who holds the door open for people behind me (despite the fact that so few say "Thank You") and lets people enter into traffic and that kind of thing.
Once I started to think about it, I wasn't sure what more I could do. I feel like I am already a pretty good person. My time is limited, so Mother Theresa type stuff is kind of out. Then I started to brainstorm. Let's see…
Help old people cross the street? Check.
Donate to charity? Check.
Volunteer with the Stepford PTA moms? Wellllll, let's just see what else I can do first.
So, I am off on my quest to be even more of a 'do gooder.' To help like no mom has helped before. To…to… well, let's just see if I can get through a week without some crisis before I put too much on my plate.