Call me crazy...

      Is it possible to hit your mid life crisis at 25? If so then I'm totally there. I'm choosing to contribute it to settling down at such a young age. I mean, come on now and be honest...who wouldn't find themselves in an identity crisis when you go from being an independent homeowner, wife, mother of two who settled down at 18, got married at 20, had two children by the age of 24 to being divorced,moving back in with your parents, losing your husband, losing every sense of who you are by the age of 25? I'm fairly confident any person in my situation would find themselves wondering who the hell they are, where to go next. Honestly it's sad. It's pathetic how lost I am. There are days (stop reading now if you have the slightest belief that I'm a sane individual) that I wake up a completely different person than the day before. IT'S INSANITY, I KNOW. But folks, it's true. I wake up one day wanting to someday be a good old housewife again, raising my kids in the south, being a Susie Home Maker to the next day waking up, wanting to buy a bike, cover myself in tattoos, drive away from this devil town and never look back. Today, I woke up wanting to move my little family to Scotland (this one happens pretty regularly, weird) and live happily ever after on a farm, just me and my girls. If this all makes me crazy then I dare you to have the year I've had and then tell me where you are mentally. As it is though, I wake up every day to two beautiful little girls that know me as "Mommy" and depend on me to be their stability. So, for now, it's good old Tuscaloosa, the insanity of raising two little ones by myself and praying (hoping) that someday, i'll figure out exactly where I do want this life to take me. Speaking of, I promised Chick-Fil-A and Sokol to a very persistent 4 year old, so...this short, crazy blog must come to an end. Some day, Scotland...some day ;)