- a person who is eccentric, unrealistic, or fanatical.
While the above definition could almost stand alone, I believe I add a little of my own personal flavour to the pot. Unfortunately I’m not 100% clear what that flavour is.
Many struggle with the age-old question ‘Who am I’ and because I married and started my family pretty young and matured a little late, I don’t think I quite finished steeping before I arrived at the table. Families however need a leader and in lieu of no one more experienced, they got me. Primarily I think of myself as a mother, although what type depends on which of my three kids you’re speaking to. My teenage daughter thinks I’m crazy. You can often catch her looking over her shoulder to ensure there are no witnesses to my particular brand of parenting that she assures me she loves but prefers to keep secret. My middle daughter helps keep me organized enough that I try to be Martha Stewart with much less successful results. My 9 year old son keeps me laughing and still believes that everything I do is perfect, which for a girl like me is hard to come by. Sometimes I’m a wife, but not nearly enough and my husband is as laid back as I am high-strung. I work as a waitress, volunteer as an animal foster parent and play pretend with the best of them. I’ve started this adventure to balance out the perfection of social media. To take failure, dress her up with a little humour, bring her out of the shadows and invite her to tea. This blog is a sort of imaginary friend, but hopefully someday someone will read it and join the party and our topics of conversation will expand to cover not only my interests but yours as well. Until then I chatter away about whatever is chasing its tail in my head with my very own cracTpot flavour.
Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage. ~Catherine Douzel