By Marci Fifield - Jan. 9, 2020
Welcome to my column, "Nut Mother." I'll give you fair warning, it's going to be a bit chaotic in here as most things are when you suffer from Attention Deficit Disorder. Before I begin spouting out opinion pieces or telling any kind of inspirational and life-altering stories, I wanted to introduce myself.
My name is Marci, I'm 36 years old, and first and foremost I have a difficult time taking most things seriously. I'm the one who chimes in with unfiltered commentary during inappropriate times. While I personally believe that I'm hilarious, not everyone appreciates my sarcasm, or dead pan, dry humor. Fortunately, as I've aged, I have learned how to read people fairly well.
It's become easier for me to determine the types of people who will accept me for all of my nonsense. I have also learned when to keep quiet, except I was cursed with a mouth that is usually quicker than my brain, and that can result in some really awkward situations. I'll share some of those experiences with you in the future.
I am also a mother of an 8-year-old girl and a 5-year-old boy. I have been married to my husband for 11 and a half years, and he is perfect. Well, perfect for me that is. Nobody is perfect. He also thinks I'm hilarious, and he's more ADD than I am so he doesn’t usually complain about my inability to finish a project, or follow through on anything I say I’m going to do.
There are some pitfalls, however, to being a couple who can't seem to focus for long periods of time. We rarely have the laundry done in a timely manner, and it’s not uncommon for Easter decorations to stay up in the house well into September. Overall, we’re a happy family, and if for any reason we become unhappy, it doesn’t take long before a shiny object catches our eye, distracting us from our grievances.
One more thing to know about me, I have a colorful history of anxiety and depression. I say colorful because mental illness is one of those things that I have had to stop taking seriously, for myself that is. Of course I have my moments when I feel too terrible to fake a smile, let alone crack jokes, but when I do it's only at my own expense and no one else's. This is where the "nut" portion of my columns' title comes into play.
So, that’s me in a nut shell (pun intended). Hopefully you'll check in with me again because I think we're all going to have a good time around here.