snarly

A friend, also a blogger, recently referred to me as "Wonder Woman". Yes, I have probably been over doing it lately, but wonder woman I ain't and never will be. I joked to my friend that I could never carry off the wonder woman suit, but it goes much further than that.
Have you ever heard Wonder Woman, or any super hero for that matter, whinge and whine because they were at the beck and call of others. Did you ever hear them plead for some respite from the burden of saving the world from first class baddies. Have you ever known Wonder Woman to ever have a bad hair day or to have asked her friends whether her arse looks big in the wonder woman suit. No? Me neither.
In fact, I basically struggle through each day trying not to bite someone's head off, and keeping it together. I struggle for think space and quiet. I would like to be a better Mum and give my kids fun times all the time, but I don't do that enough. I get depressed when I have nothing to do, and wallow in reflective purposelessness; not knowing how to fill my days. When I do have something to do- some kind of project- I get so excited that I do it all in record time; not enjoying the process, but becoming machine-like to get it done quick, why...I don't' really know. I am an efficiency freak, which annoys the hell out of most people who have had to ever deal with me. I have high expectations of myself and am let down often. And don't let me get started on the body image thing. If anyone ever suggests I even try on a wonder woman style suit, I would be recommending they stick it where the sun don't shine - give me a daggy, over-stretched cardigan any day!!!!
So, as you can see.....I am not wonder woman, although I thanked my friend for the undeserved compliment....but I think Cantankerous Crusader is probably more realistic.