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January 9, 2014

Mommy Lost Her Marbles: Voodoo Woes

I used to be logical, then I became a mom. For the bulk of my life I've used logic as a weapon to cut, cut, and cut through bullshit. It's the only way to go in my line of work (legal), or when confronted with scams and bullies, but I've been known to draw blood from too much severing and that's never pretty. So with age I gained empathy and saw logic as a tool instead of a weapon. But as I continue to grow into my mommy shoes, I'm becoming crazy illogical.

There was a scene on television last night wherein a woman kidnapped a newborn baby from a hospital in order to pay a debt to a Voodoo spirit whom she sold her soul to. Obviously it was completely fictional and yet there I was in bed, pissed. My brain couldn't compute a baby being sacrificed to some demonic, wheeler and dealer and I lost all interest in the show. "Okay I have to go to bed now," I told my husband. It made no sense that I saw Dylan as the baby actor but still, my heart ached with the woes of voo-dues. 

So great. Apparently I've become so emotionally wired that I cant even sit through T.V. that pushes my maternal buttons. My old self would say it's just a show, what's the big deal? Get over it, it's pure fiction. But no, no, no, that's not me anymore. I'm a big joke. So to all the people whose logic I've challenged and who have told me countless of times that I would "understand when you have kids," (especially my mom) I sure gosh darn diddly do.

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