Who the hell are you?!
I’m Ava. I’m just trying to find my center amid all the insanity in my life. I’m neurotic, have bipolar, anxiety, and rheumatoid arthritis. My oldest daughter is neurologically atypical, and my youngest child has plans to take over the world. My husband is at the other end of the spectrum and probably feels like he lives in a looney bin. I have this weird tendency to over commit myself. I like music, reading, the internet, cooking, baking, sex (oh yeah, I just admitted that), sleeping, eating, the color blue, driving, the beach, and some of the medications I take. I dislike heavily scented stuff, waste, onions, cleaning, insomnia, some of the medications I take, shaving my legs (yup, I admitted that, too), confrontation, and spiders.
My cast of characters will be broad, but the least I can do is give you the leads.
Monsieur Stoic is my husband. He’s stoic. In fact, it’s entirely possible that he doesn’t have the capacity for emotion. He works from home (for now), watches a lot of baseball (avid Braves fan), and cracks a lot of smart ass comments. He’s half German, which might explain his stoicism. Or it might not. He plays the straight man, but sometimes he lets me play it, but usually he’s too busy dealing with my crazy. I honestly don’t know how he puts up with me.
Future Cult Leader is our 7 year old. Cult Leader has combined type ADHD and is, in fact, at the top of the hyperactivity scale. Did I mention the side of anxiety. She makes life very interesting. She’s creative, smart, funny, empathetic, loves to be thrilled, has a sharply tuned sarcasm meter, loves to sing, dance, read, write, and is athletic like whoa. She has a lot of feelings and isn’t shy about communicating them. She eats spaghetti, waffles, peanut butter and jelly, hot dogs, and apples. That’s pretty much it. Cult Leader has the ability to influence her peers and she commands them with ease. I would not be surprised if she initiated a mass suicide later.
Evil Genius is the 3 year old. So far, she’s neurotypical. So far. She has a great sense of humor, is very independent, has an artistic bent, and is particularly clever. She’s only totally precise and exact, so I joke that I gave birth to my father-in-law, except she drinks less beer and hasn’t married a German woman. Yet. She hates anyone she doesn’t know and has a hell of a death glare. We’re working on that. Her plan is to subvert all authority, and so far she’s doing a great job. She’s currently obsessed with Bubble Guppies, chewing everything in sight, Play-Doh, chicken nuggets, the book Words Are Not For Hurting, and her strawberry shirt. She’s going to be so sad when she grows out of it.
Basement Dweller is our friend who used to live in our basement. He’s weird. He has 2 kids, Jolly Giant and Jolly Smalls, and together we made up a weird little family. We miss him.