Somewhere along the way, I’ve lost what “normal” is. I can’t remember what it looks or feels like. I know it’s a place I want to get to and settle on leaving behind the stress and craziness of life. I’m pretty sure I’ve been there before. I tell my family and friends that I’ll catch up when life gets back to “normal.” I tell myself that I won’t feel as tired or the kids won’t seem so annoying when things are “normal” again. So, I wait. I wait for things to be “normal.” I wait and I wait. Then, I wait some more. Yet “normal” never comes. Could it be that my life is already “normal”?” Maybe being abnormal is “normal.” Hummm…let’s see. You might be normal if…
You show up at the dentist on the right day but the wrong month for your appointment.
You might be normal if you forget to pick your child up from school twice in the same week.
You might be normal if you find yourself on a plane going to Boston when you’re destination is Virginia.
You might be normal if you’ve ever pumped gas with the back of your skirt tucked into your underwear.
You might be normal if you accidentally go grocery shopping on Senior Citizen day.
You might be normal if you mistake a conversation about the legendary baseball player Yogi Berra’s famous sayings for those of Yogi Bear by joining the conversation with “Hey, hey Boo-boo!”
You might be normal if you hold your mouth open while applying mascara.
You might be normal if you turn down the volume on the radio while looking for an address.
You might be normal if you sit down beside the wrong person at the movie theater and help yourself to their popcorn before you realize you’re hand is in the wrong bag because your bottom is in the wrong seat!
You might be normal if your legs turn red and swollen after a home waxing.
You might be normal if your bra size has gone from a 36 C to a 36 long.
And, you may be normal if your legs clap for you when you walk.
The above statements are all true experiences. That could only mean one thing.
According to my life, “abnormal” is the “norm.” What about you?