"Frazzle" is just one of the many nic names I have. It's a leftover from my childhood.
I was born in Papua New Guinea when my folks were serving in Ukarumpa with Wycliffe Bible Translators. The locals there could not pronouce the 'th' in Heather and so I became Hedder, Het, Fred, Freddles, Frazzle. Obvious isn't it!
It fits me well - my hair is kind of frazzled and it's also a familiar state of being. Having had baby-brain for the better part of 19 years, it doesn't take a lot.
Susannah Wesley was the mother of 19 including Charles and John who were evangelists and hymn writers. Her biography tells the story of how she used to sit in her chair with her apron up over her head and the children knew not to interrupt her as this was a sign she was praying.
One night at dinner, the noise so thoroughly got to me I grabbed the cowl neck of my jumper, pulled it up over my head and let out a long loud "aggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"!!! In that moment I recon I knew what Susannah Wesley was really doing.
Some people think I'm organized and calm.
My family and I all know it's a pendulum between being organized and scrambling to catch up. And between calm and trying to stay that way!
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Frazzled?