Drama Queen

That's me..Drama Queen Danielle and my brother, Satan.

True story. I have a *touch* of Drama Queen in me. Ok, maybe it's more like a *dash* of Drama Queen..

Sarah, the ultimate Drama Queen

As a child, my father nicknamed me "Sarah Heartburn" (a play on the name of one of my all time favorite "drama queens" Sarah Bernhardt) because I would do things like put myself in the corner and tell anyone who spoke to me that I wanted to be "left alone because I'm ALREADY in a mood." I know..very Greta Garbo.

Greta "I vant to be left alone" Garbo

Flash forward several years..the "moods" are still there on occasion, but as an adult, I reallllyyy can't just put myself in a corner and tell everyone to go away. So, on days like today when the Drama Queen pays a visit, these are the techniques I use to send her packing:

• I give in.. to the point of being totally ridiculous.  For example, this morning, I threw myself down dramatically on the bed and told The Man he would need to call me in "dead" to work this morning because I couldn't possibly go on (made all the more effective by the fact I was wearing one of my granny nighties and knee socks with little foxes all over them.)  The more ridiculous I become, the more I realize that it is not, in fact, the end of the world.
• ..and speaking of ridiculous.  A good laugh cures whatever ails me.  I watch something funny, spend a few minutes trolling Pinterest for foolish pictures or have my kids tell me jokes until I can't take it anymore.
• Ice cream.  'Nuff said.
• I spend a few minutes thinking about all the things in my life that make me happy. 

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So that's my confession for today.  How about you?  Do YOU have an inner Drama Queen?  And how do you deal with her?

Hugs and Smooches,
D