Choosing Creativity Over Crying

An Ode to Insanity

For there is nothing like 2 year old insanity.

It rages and stomps and calls you by name.
     "Hey Mom, Hey Dad. No, no, go away now, Dad."
It is waking at 7:30, yawning for two hours, and then
     refusing to go to bed until 10pm.
It is instantaneous mind changes and mood changes
     and taking high offense when the term "bipolar"
     is employed (how does he know what bipolar means?).
It is...tiring....

For there is nothing like 2 year old insanity.

It will rage irrational and then shrewdly bargain for
     "just one more cookie".
It flirts and cuddles and then screams, "No Mommy!"
It is disagreement at its most volatile...and frequent.
It confuses...it frustrates...

For there is nothing like 2 year old insanity.

It throws tantrums at a restaurant as parents glance
     longingly at the bar.
It then gazes adoringly at the waitress as she brings
     the Mac & Cheese.
It does not gaze adoringly at Mom when she brings
     the Mac & Cheese.
It enrages...

For there is nothing like 2 year old insanity.

It creates babbling idiots out of highly educated adults.
It defines the phrase "a rock and a hard place".
It makes a grown woman want a nap at 10 am...
     or reach for the rum at 4pm.
It will make you stronger, they say...
     ...if it does not kill you in the process.

For there is nothing like 2 year old insanity.

(case in point...of the more positive side of insanity)