Confessions of a Professional Mom

Confessions of a Professional Mom

Professional mom seeking clarity, balance and a well deserved glass of wine.

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Go Ahead, Call Me Sybil

August 30, 2012 , , , , , , , ,

Call me Sybil

Ever feel like you don’t really know who you are?

Did you ever see the 1976 movie “Sybil”, starring Sally Field? It was based on the true story of Shirley Ardell Mason suffered dissociative identity disorder due to the psychological trauma she endured as a child. She developed 13 separate personalities in order to cope. Scared the crap out of me!

Now, I joke around alot and refer to my youngest as Sybil, when she’s having a meltdown or when her stubborn goes into overdrive and it makes me feel, well, crazy. Sometimes I feel like Sybil, multiple people living inside me all the time…


Blanch – Professional Self Loather
Catniss – Slayer of All Badness
June – Perfectly Organized Mother of Two
Hilda – 50-time Mommy Dearest Award Recipient
Balanciaga – Yogi and Mistress of Zen
Roseanne – PMS-ing Body Conscience Bitch
Abby – Advice Giver and Part-time Therapist
Allison – Business Owner, Strategist, Designer, Balancer
Sasha – Super Sexy Wife
Mildred – Super Tired Wife (sleeps in a turtleneck)
Patty – Super Perky BFF (never forgets a birthday)
Maleficent – Bad BFF (leave me alone)
Zoe – Seeker of Higher Learning and Inner Peace

See the pattern here?! I’m such a Libra. For every positive personality there’s a negative one. My goal is to shut out the negative nelly’s and let the powerful positive people have free reign and just take over my body. I swear, I think I’ll be levitating by that point. If you see me float by, remember to say hi! (Just don’t point and pretend you don’t know me) (Tell your kids you think I was the weird girl in high school that you lost touch with)

Oh, the quest to be normal. But wait, maybe this is normal. This is how it goes. Can we always feel up? Happy? Confident? Content? Sure, I know there are going to be some rough times. Death, taxes, the unexpected closing of a Starbucks. I’m just searching for a little more consistency. I thought that’s what the Prosac was for, but I’ve determined that it’s only an aid. I have to do the rest. Dammit!

Do you know Sybil too? Is it just me?

Stay sane, my friends.


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