You know how sometimes when you reach for a hanger, it gets stuck on all the other hangers next to it? A choice looms on these occasions that can steer the course of your entire day. Do you calmly reach up and coax the hanger loose? Or do you do what I do—violently yank and twist until every single hanger in the mix comes crashing down in a scratchy pile right on top of your head.
This sort of incident happens to me all the time, mostly leaving me reactive and resigned for the rest of the day. I’ve heard there are people out there that simply pick a loose hanger from the end, but I don’t believe it.
As my bio says, I am a stay-at-home mom to two pre-schoolers. Anna is four and Silvia will be two in a few months. My patient, enduring, and occasionally annoyed (and annoying) husband is Kurt. Since Silvia was born, starting almost immediately after her birth and stretching into yesterday, We have all been riding the roller coaster of my postpartum depression—PPD if you want to be catchy, which I do.
The fun part is that I am not always reactive and resigned. Sometimes I am peppy and possibly even mildly annoying in my exuberance. Those days, I can clean the house in twenty minutes flat, call all my friends and laugh it up, play my two girls into the ground and have dinner on the table at 6 p.m. on the dot. This unpredictability makes me a highly sought after person to be around. And to avoid.
Still, all hope is not lost. A few moments ago I took the clean sheets upstairs and made up my bed as pretty as could be. Then I looked down and saw the enormous and completely not hidden mattress pad that I’d somehow stepped over at least three times but failed to see or, you know, put on the mattress before I made the bed.
Once again, the choice loomed, how to respond, how to set the day? For this moment, I just laughed, folded the king size lump up as best I could and plopped it in the corner. Maybe tomorrow I’ll just rip the bed apart and remake it in tears, but I try not to think about that. For today, I’ll just take things moment to moment.
One hanger at a time.