An acronym is born

I live in a city known for space travel, cool techno enterprises and stores that specialize in pocket protectors...(well, maybe that last one was a stretch).  So, it shouldn't surprise anyone that I decided to make up an acronym.  There are many here in Huntsville.  Of course, there's NASA, (you should know this one) MICOM (an Army one), HHM (Huntsville Hospital Main) and a lot more that I'm already bored just thinking about.  However, this morning in the shower (where all good ideas come to me because I have no way of writing them down), I thought of one to describe days when there is no time or energy to do all the things that just have to get done. I will warn you right now that it contains a bad word...not so much a REALLY bad word, but just a word used to describe a donkey...it's even in the bible.  If you have a delicate disposition, click somewhere else right now because I'm about to spell it out...I'm not trying to cuss...I just needed a vowel.. 

What I came up with is S.C.A.B. which stands for "Stupid Crazy Ass Busy" day. It's an acronym, obviously, used to describe the crazy days I have.  It's great cause when you're facing a SCAB day, you can't really pick at the SCAB, you just have to keep it clean and put the required medicine on it to let it heal naturally...I know, maybe it's a stretch, but it's also true.

Work, three kids, a husband who is gone (usually on the west coast) for long periods of time, and about ten other things for which I am, by my own fault, responsible. Just sitting here right now, I'm plagued with the thought that in less than 1 hour, I will have cracked the whip yet again on the three mini me's who would love to sleep in and make us all late.  The clothes are set out (sorta)...the dog has been walked.  I'll have to feed them all something for breakfast.  One of the girls will probably be in a bad mood.  (They take turns being the drama queen.  Yesterday it was Abby's turn).  There might be tears on the way to school.  I might lose my temper and feel my blood pressure go up - And finally, it will happen - the magical moment when we finally get to school and I say (and they do too), "Love y'all!..Love you too Mom!  Have a good day!"  Then it's off to work and clock in after 8am when before 8am would have helped a lot..Then it's get bombarded for a few hours by the needs wants and complaints of around 16-18 patients and families who need to be treated as if they are the only patients in the whole hospital.  Then, it's run back to school because it's Jacob's turn to be "star student" and that means the Mom is supposed to bring something cool to eat (I made the brownies last night)...THEN, it's quick grab the kids and head to the airport to pick up the husband who has been out of town all month. There will be a point in the evening tonight after Troy is home when I get in the car alone and drive to Starbucks and sit in a quiet corner, I will resist the urge to grab my knees and rock back and forth.  That might draw unwanted attention to me.  But, I digress...which is not uncommon

You see how this blogging thing is good for me? It's venting, but in a more controlled venue.  Remember the movie  "City Slickers" with Billy Crystal?  In that movie, the old cowboy told Billy's character what the secret of life was.  He told him it is "One thing". But he never says what the "one thing" was. That has bothered me ever since I saw that movie, and it came out in 1991. I assume that he meant pick one thing and do it well.  That's all fine, well and dandy, until you realize that there is a lot in this life to do.  It's hard to pick one thing, but I'm trying.  I just don't want to let anybody down because maybe that's my one thing, pleasing my family.  It's just that that particular one thing encompasses a whole bunch of other things. Maybe that's why the bible says, "Seek first the kingdom of God and all OTHER things will be added to you." (Matthew 6:33...but you knew that). I don't know.  I got no answers here, but I got a cool acronym.