Stacey Loscalzo

Oct 20

The Crazy Chicken

by Stacey

As I wrote this post in my head, I kept thinking of a chicken with her head cut off. When I searched for pictures that went along with that image, they were pretty gross so you’ll just have to imagine and be satisfied with the crazy chicken instead.

I am so incredibly overwhelmed right now that I look like a… well, you know.  I took on many small commitments that have all blended together into super duper crazy. Case in point… I couldn’t find our land line phone tonight and it was in my purse. I have been trying to figure out what to get off my plate and I’m really struggling. I’m struggling because I like all that I am doing. Work is fascinating. I am organizing events at church on the topic of education justice, a cause this is dearly important to me. And I am volunteering at the girl’s school all the time. I am a library aide, an art aide, an art docent, a mystery reader. Tomorrow I will be in Caroline’s class to help the kids build terrariums to house spiders. You get the idea.

This morning I was reminded of why I may just have to be the crazy chicken for a bit longer.

When I told Caroline I would be with her class for art today she replied, “Just don’t do anything.”

When I looked a bit confused she said, “You know, anything embarrassing.”

I had been warned that this would happen. That the girls would not want me in their classrooms anymore. I found this difficult to imagine. It now appears that the days of embarrassment are upon me.

So thank goodness I am running around like that chicken now while I still can. I’m pretty sure the only thing worse than a chicken with her head cut off is an embarrassing chicken…


  1. Lindsey says:

    oh, I have just started getting this from Grace, too … so classic. and so sad! xox

  2. sara says:

    I am also a headless chicken, for the same reasons you are — totally over-committed on a volunteer basis while working just about full-time. I haven’t put our landline phone in my purse (mostly because we don’t have a landline) but I HAVE spent way too much time looking for my cell phone. 🙂
    Sad to realize that the embarrassing days are in my future. Right now, if I dare leave either child’s classroom without a big hug and a kiss, they’ll call me back and demand it. I should enjoy it while it lasts. 🙂

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