My Polar Routes


I can tell it’s gonna be one of those days. She’s driving me to school and she’s chatting incessantly about The Police vs Sting which evolves into punk vs crap. I can’t keep up but I smile and nod. She looks beautiful today. She had the energy to put color on her face, wash her hair, pull together a clean get up. It’s like she’s two people. Most days she’s so lethargic it’s a wonder she can find the strength to pull a drag from a cigarette.

Not today. Today she’s up up up. Head in the stars only she can see. Thank god for the seatbelt keeping her in place. The other day she was so weepy I thought we might both drown. I wish I had a middle of the road mommy. One who didn’t daydream about swerving into oncoming traffic. The kind that actually pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store instead of changing her mind and driving off at the last minute because it, “feels too much like walking around in public without any clothes on.” Peanut butter sandwiches again.

Then there’s the mom in front of me today. Aggressively cheerful. Prompting comments like, “you know, you’re a really upbeat person” or “you’re so friendly, thanks for making my day,” they don’t know the other side. And it makes sense to me that she can’t pull this off 100% of the time. Too draining. Insisting on being liked at minimum, if not loved by everyone she meets. Maybe if she could somehow find a way to love herself…

Just then the light turns red. She accelerates. We’re both airborne. Sailing through the velvety  clouds in the atmosphere. She did it. We’re really flying now.


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  1. December 23, 2016 at 8:59 am

    Sometimes you feel like strapping an apron on and baking Tollhouse cookies and sometimes you want to drive over a cliff to see if it will take. Yep. Whatever it is–hormones, imbalances, the feels–it’s exhausting, no? Having two mommies can’t be a picnic. The point is to understand that BOTH the Police AND Sting had good music. In fact, Sting has a good song out now, getting airplay. And getting airplay is better than being airborne in a car in traffic. Because that could get messy.

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    • December 23, 2016 at 9:09 am

      Kerbey, I can always count on you to explain my own words to me. You do get it. Thanks for the visit. Always great to hear from you. Xoxo

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      • December 23, 2016 at 9:14 am

        🙂 Merry Christmas, Sandra! Just one step at a time, girl.


      • December 23, 2016 at 10:26 am

        Merry Christmas to you too sweet friend! So true. I need to remember that. xoxo

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  2. December 23, 2016 at 9:38 am

    I get is, Sis Sandra. Experienced such family waves. Merry and Happy my wonderful dear, the one who finds the right words.


    • December 23, 2016 at 10:25 am

      Thank you my Bialdez Bro! I hope your sweet family has a safe warm holiday. Love, your westside sis


      • December 23, 2016 at 12:27 pm

        You guys stay all snuggly and warm waiting for Santa, sis! ❤


  3. December 23, 2016 at 5:44 pm

    We are living with a family member who, if not bi-polar, definitely lives in the same neighborhood.We won’t see her for days, even weeks, at a time as she’ll sleep all day and never come out of her room until we’re fast asleep. Then, when she’s flying, just stand out of her way.

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    • December 26, 2016 at 8:38 pm

      Emilio thank you for visiting and commenting. I think more people are starting to open up about it. I hope your family member can find some relief from the rollercoaster ride. Probably makes her feel good to know you are close by. Happy New Year!


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