Monday, May 16, 2011

Ten Signs Of Meltdown


Now I know you can all identify. Things go undone. You feel overwhelmed. And you can’t seem to fix anything. Nothing goes right. I’m feeling a lot of all of that right now. The pressures of family and writing and promotions just have me twisted like a pretzel.
But that’s how life goes. We are constantly inundated with the unexpected. Constantly pummeled with this or that to the point that we don’t know which way to turn. And what happens?

We have a melt-down.

Personally, my melt-down seems to be an ongoing thing. And I’ve learned to recognize all of the signs too. I can honestly visualize myself like the witch in the Wizard Of Oz, and I’ll turn to the nearest family member and say: “I’m melting…I’m melting…” They tend to back away when I do that. LOL

I thought it would be kind of fun to work up a list for everyone so you, too, could recognize all the trigger signs of melt-down. Oh, and I’ve posted this list before on another blog but since I have some torn cartilage that is giving me fits and the Tylenol isn’t touching the pain---I thought I could post it here as well as I’m sure most of you haven’t seen this list yet. So here it is:

1.    Your house possesses a permanent scorched scent from all the food you’ve burned.
2.    The cupboards contain a lot of green beans. A lot.
3.    You look at your bubble-headed eighteen-year old and actually say: “It’s your life, honey. You have to live it as you see fit.” All of this just before she gets into a car with a guy who looks like he is a throwback from Hell.
4.    The bank teller looks at your ID and swears it isn’t you.
5.    You email your best friend with a rant about your boss just to discover you emailed your boss.
6.    You get up in the morning and pick up the hairbrush, squint, and decide that bed-head suits you.
7.    You tell the cop that the redlight was only red for a few seconds before you went through it.
8.    So what if the flashing light says you’re low on gas? You’ve got enough fumes to make it home.
9.    When someone asks you what time it is, you ask them why they want to know.
10.  You think the mailman is coming on to you. After all, he’s at your door almost every day.

So if you recognize any of these symptoms, you’re having a melt-down. What do I recommend you do about it? Just go with the flow. Sometimes it can be kind of fun to see people look at you like you’re crazy. LOL And I’d love it if all of you would share your own personal melt-down symptoms.

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17 comments:

Marie Rose Dufour said...

Great post. One of my famous meltdowns, is when you have so many deadlines in one week, you don't know which one to tackle first. At that point, I don't want to do any of them. I find that wine and chocolate work wonders!

Tess MacKall said...

Wine and chocolate are a mighty fine combination. I tend to basque in the meltdown for a while before I try to cure it, though. LOL

Deadlines...UGH! My life is one big deadline. Mostly from family!

Erica Sloane - Author said...

I can relate, especially to #2, although it's not green beans.

I love to cook with onion. So I'll be at the store, browsing, and thinking: Do I have onions? Yes, I have... Wait, I cooked Sunday and I'm pretty sure I used the last onion.

I'll stand there for several minutes having the Great Onion Debate. Alone.

Then I'll buy the onions, go home and find that I have a full bag of them already.

Yes. I have done this more than once.

Love your blog!

Jen B. said...

Well, I think a trip to Walmart with the sole intent of getting your picture on The People Of Walmart website is in order. I mean, if you're going to meltdown, go all the way!

Tess MacKall said...

Oh Erica...ONIONS! Love them! I go through a four pound bag easily each week. And I'm always buying extra too! lol

My cabinet has green beans in it like nobody's business. I can always use them as a quick side dish. I'm grateful my family likes them. lol

Do you talk to yourself when you're having the great onion debate? LOL

Tess MacKall said...

Well, Jen...I could already be on people of Wal Mart and just not know it yet. OR just not recognize myself too.

But I promise ya, if I am??? Nothing will be hanging out. Even during meltdowns I'm pretty good about keeping "things" packed inside the clothing! LOL

Good one, Jen!!!!!

Nanny said...

Awesome. I totally have number 10 only it's the UPS guy. Let see I know when I'm having one... When my to do list spans eight pages. I tell my children to just have at it. The sink is full of dishes and there are toys scattered all over the house and I don't care.

Harlie Reader said...

Great post and I think I'm in the middle of a meltdown right now. Some things have come up today that have pretty much pushed me to edge and I really don't know what to do about them at the moment. I want to scream, pull my hair, rant to anyone that will listen but right now, I think I'll just have to keep inside until I leave and get into my car. UGH!

Harlie Reader said...

BTW #6 is me all the way. Really? When I'm rushed in the morning, sometimes just pulling in up in a clip is all I can manage with my hair.

Tess MacKall said...

Hey Nanny...how's the UPS guy looking to ya? lol The mailman is kind of old. I keep wishing for a new one. hee hee hee

Tess MacKall said...

Oh Harlie...scream. Just scream. I'm all for screaming. It's part of the melt down process.

And no 6 is you, huh? The other day I went out the door and got in the car, just to realize I had my pants on with my nightgown over them. Had never put on a shirt. Jeez.

anny cook said...

I wear my shorts and sports bra allllll day. Leave the house in my slippers. Play Yahtzee until I can't see the dice anymore...

But in a true meltdown, I just don't get out of bed. Nope. Stay there with my blankie and my book and my cup of mocha...

Tess MacKall said...

Awwww....Anny's got a blankie. A meltdown blankie. hahahahahaha I love it.

I wear sweat pants and don't comb my hair. And t shirts ten sizes too big. lol

anny cook said...

Mine's a special blankie crocheted by the house hunk in grape purple... Not just some old cruddy blanket.

Tess MacKall said...

The house hunk can crochet? WOW!

anny cook said...

Oh, yeah. He's not just another pretty face, ya know...

Tess MacKall said...

Hahahahahaahaha! Go Anny!