Headless Chicken

We all have those weeks... you know those weeks! The one's where your husband has to travel for work, the babysitter cancels on you, your other child is sick with diarrhea and should stay home from school and you have a deadline at work that you must complete....

That is when I feel like a chicken with no head. You know, when I used to visit my grandmother up in the country, and she had to kill a chicken- cutting of its head and covering it up with some receptacle until the life drained from it. But occasionally, that chicken would get loose and just run around in a disorganized unplanned fashion, without its head and eyes to guide it... quite a gruesome sight now that I think about it.

Well that has been me this week... so what do you do, give your child some Imodium and send them to school- hastily book a very poorly researched babysitter, scream at you husband on the phone during the one time he has a chance to call, buckle down and do your best to meet your deadline while shutting out physically and emotionally your colleagues... and then drop like that poor chicken, feeling guilty about what a bad mother, wife and employee you are; feeling like you do not deserve your children you husband or your job.

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