Mercury Mama Madness
A few years back, a friend I adore did something that I didn’t – she introduced me to the concept of Mercury in Retrograde. For those of you not familiar, here are the basics:
In general, Mercury rules thinking and perception, processing and disseminating information and all means of communication, commerce, education and transportation. By extension, Mercury rules people who work in these areas, especially those who work with their minds or their wits: writers and orators, commentators and critics, gossips and spin doctors, teachers, travellers, tricksters and thieves.
In particular, when it’s in Retrograde, all of the above is effed up.
I have to admit, I don’t quite get how it works or why it works, but I sure know when it works. And apparently its wrath is not spared on two-year olds.
September 2009 kicked off a month-long Mercury in Retrograde mess. Not only was “communication” snarled so Time Warner Cable proved even less reliable than usual, emails didn’t go anywhere, calls dropped in the middle of Wilshire Blvd where, really, they shouldn’t.
Writers and spin doctors? Well I guess both apply to me (and maybe a hint of gossips, but only a hint), which explains why everything that could go wrong at work, did. Why everyone I interacted with was angry and stressed. And why things that were supposedly “locked in” suddenly unlocked for no apparent reason.
But worst of all was the tricksters and thieves – ie. Little D. She tricked me into thinking the D stood for her name, but it really stood for “devil”. She tricked me into believing two-year olds were cute, then taught me what was what with non-stop tantrums, screaming and no-no-nos! But worst of all, she stole more sleep in September 2009 than she has since she was an infant, driving both darling husband and I to lose a lot more than our ability to think, perceive, process and disseminate.
So on this glorious day, Oct. 1, I bid a happy adieu to you, September 2009, and to your Mercury Madness. And Little D says sayonara, too, already settling back into a normal routine of terrible two’s, instead of the premium package. I see you’re planning a return the day after Christmas. I will be the one with the egg nog and rum in hand, waiting.