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The Funk & Motto Vashawn
THE FUNK & MOTTO VASHAWN
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You're in the grocery store, picking up a few snacks, bread, and milk, so your kids will, at least, have something decent in their school lunches the next day. You really would rather put a gun to your head than go to the grocery store, but you do what you have to do, at least the very minimum that's required to keep your kids from thinking you're the worst, most insufficient mom on the planet, and to keep your husband from totally going off on you to a point that you have to get up and at least look busy!
You decide, as you shuffle around, uninterested at anything there, that maybe, just maybe, a new magazine might perk you up. You turn down the isle, looking for something trendy. Then you resort to Woman's Day, knowing that Woman’s Day is right where you're at these days!
You stand there thumbing through a few pages. As you do, you see the title, "Are You Tired All the Time?" "Hell yea," you answer to yourself. "That's putting it mildly", you reply, only to learn as you scroll your eyes down the list of questions the article asks in it's simple little test, "This is me! This is me! Oh my gosh, this is me. THIS is what's wrong."
You see a mother in the checkout line. She's dressed, she's made up, and you know her SUV is all nice and shinny, free of to-go cups and other things that didn't seem to make their way into the house. You know her kids went to school this morning with clean back packs, clothes free of wrinkles, and shoes that matched their outfits. You think, "She's got to be really lacking SOMEWHERE. I can remember having a life where I was playful, and energetic, took care of myself, my kids, AND my husband – vaguely, but I can remember.” You feel like being rude to her, but all you really want to do is explain, some how, the reason why you look like you just crawled out of bed, and do it in a way other than the truth, which is, "I just didn't feel like living life today, O.K.!"
The truth is, some times that is exactly how we feel. We are tired. Yes, there are those times when we are the mother standing in the checkout lane, but there are the other times that we don’t care. We’re in The Funk and don’t have motto vashawn, and sometimes it takes days for us to even realize it. We are 28, 36, and 42. We are single moms and moms with wonderful husbands. We are working moms and stay-at-home moms. We are loving, intelligent, and hold all the wisdom, but we just don’t get up and tap into it.
What is it with this generation of The Funk? Is it depression? Opps - I said it! Yes, it’s some kind of funky depression. Is it hormonal? Is it lack of keeping up with the Jones’s? Is it disappointment? Is it utter exhaustion? What causes us to sacrifice everything that we want and strive to be? Are they growth spurts? And if they are, why are we so self-destructive? I mean, come on! The internal dialogue I have with myself is so bad that what someone else might think of me couldn’t even possibly compare. Why would I risk so much and waste so many days of my life having no regard for how it’s affecting my kids or the rest of my family including myself?
Because I’m tired! Tired is what I am when I’m in The Funk. I need some motto vashawn, and a lot of it.
After not taking care of myself for many days, I decide I’ll call my sister to see if she could help.
My niece answers the phone and says my sister, Laura, is in the bathtub. I said, “Run. Run. Go tell her I need some motto vashawn.”
She said, “What?” I said, “M-o-t-t-o V-a-s-h-a-w-n!”
“M-O-M-M-A! Aunt Susan is on the phone and says she needs some M-o-t-t-o V-a-s-h-a-w-n!” “What is that?” Lisa hollers through the bathroom door. I said, “Tell her I said I KNOW she’s got some, and I WANT IT!!!” Laura says, tell her, “I don’t know what she’s talking about, I don’t have any mono vashawn, and I don’t know what it is.”
Finally, Laura gets on the phone, “What are you talking about????”
I say, “You know…. MOTTO VASHAWN. I need it and I want you to give it to me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She says frustratingly.
“M-O-T-I-V-A-T-I-O-N.”
“Me too,” she calmly says.
I began to tell her my situation and lack of care, along with all the things that have been pilling up due to my funk and the on-growing pile on the desk. She said, “I want you to wake up in the morning, and have at least one cup of coffee before you even take the kids to school. I’m going to call you when I leave the house.”
(That night before bed, I started my Prometrium capsules. The doctor put me on progesterone to cause me to have a menstrual cycle. Just what I needed, huh?)
That next morning, at
I say, “You want me to do ALL OF THIS in one day when all I want to do is go back to bed!” She says, “I’m going to be pissed if you don’t!”
I went from sleeping every day to my ninth day of being very active and very busy. I only took a 1-hour nap on Saturday, and that was while the carpet was drying. I’ve only turned the T.V. on after 8 or
It has been wonderful. Yesterday, I had a birthday lunch with my two friends, Kit and Karly, and Karly almost didn’t make it. She came straight out of bed, and it was VERY OBVIOUS she was in The Funk! She even told me, “I’m in The Funk, and I really don’t want to be here. I know it’s your birthday, and I’m sorry.” Of course, it didn’t hurt my feelings… it actually feels good to know that I’m not the only one that’s totally self-absorbed and pitiful when I’m in it. Our lunch was good. We laughed and we cried. We left closer than we came, and walked out feeling like we may not have the world on our side, but at least we’re not alone.
There are so many women I know these days that go through it. Why? What gets us in it, and what gets us out of it?
What did it for me? Was it the dose of motivation? Could it have been the progesterone? Why are we a generation filled with bouts of The Funk and lack of motto vashawn? Why are we so tired all the time, and why are the doctor’s so hormone bound?
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