Grapes? Are you nuts?

Several, and I mean several,  years ago, my dearest friend asked me when I was going to write down some of the crazy things I had experienced in life; mostly revolving around the chaos of raising four boys. She always felt that my life was a book in the making.

I always toyed with the idea of a title for a book should I ever decide to write my memoirs. I knew it would be something along the lines of  "Life Being Like A Bowl Of Cherries"  or something about the grass being greener somewhere.

Thinking of a title was a became more challenging when I realized that Erma Bombeck already discovered that the Grass Is Always Greener Over The Septic Tank. 

And then that Mary lady had to be all clever with her flub-up involving chairs and bowls...

One particular day, while my boys were flushing each other down the toilet, or shaving off half of each other's eyebrows ( before school picture day ), or setting something on fire, I felt the world pressing in on me....squishing me ...like a grape.

I felt that I had about as much chance of survival of this thing called motherhood as a grape in a box of rocks... There you have it!!! I knew that someday I would use that phrase for my stories, and here I am, starting this blog about my life as a grape in a box of rocks...

Unfortunately, despite my friend's prompting all those years ago, I never even wrote myself little cliff notes or tickler reminders about when we would experience a life-altering moment in the Thomson household.
I was always too busy, or always too tired, or always too full of defeatism (a topic I'm sure I'll write about in this blog a time or two). At the exact time when I was dealing with some of the crazy things life, (my children, my husband) and I put myself through, I just didn't didn't have the belief that anyone would want to hear about, let alone read about  my crazy ramblings.

But a few years ago, I began writing  about some of the moments fresh in my mind. Those stories that I will share with friends on occasion, and they laughed which is amazing to me! I write, and I smile, and muse at how-in-the-world I did  make it through it all !

Life, indeed, would crush in on me every so often...Crush me like that grape...

A grape is like a lump of coal...

Add pressure and a little bit of time and the product doesn't turn out so bad; a fine wine or a diamond.

I think with that outlook on life, I'm gonna be OK



***I hope you enjoy my stories...provide me with some ideas or memories of a story I might have blocked from my Post-Tramatic-Mommy-Disordered-Brain. Some stories, comments, caption contests and I think we'll have a pretty good time...