Stretch Armstrong Does The Limbo!

As a mom, I spend so much time looking for things that my children have misplaced. Of course, during my search, I also spend a lot of time lecturing them on how they wouldn’t constantly lose things if they would just put things where they belong. I keep hoping and praying the day when they place things where they belong will arrive soon, and my days of searching the house top to bottom will come to an end. Funny thing is, we recently had the opportunity to spend the weekend with some friends of ours. They are both adults, empty nesters actually, so they’ve raised their kids and probably spent countless hours searching for missing items too. Well, at least one of them I’m sure did. The other I’m not so sure about after we spent a good thirty to forty minutes searching the condo for his wallet. We were only there for the weekend, we didn’t bring a ton of stuff with us. We spent most of our days at the beach. It shouldn’t have been too difficult to find his wallet. I held back from giving my usual speech while four adults and two children split up, covering all rooms, including beach bags, kitchen cabinets, ice chests, and even the trash can. You never know right? Well, it wasn’t in the trash can. It was in his brief case. The entire time, his wallet sat in a place where you would think it belonged…inside his briefcase. However, precariously hovering over two compartments,Β it wasn’t completely in a pocket. Technically, it didn’t really belong there. He had checked his brief case a few times and hadn’t seen it. The wallet, being the same color as the bag, blended into the inside fabric. Upon first glance, it wasn’t noticeable. Upon further inspection, it really stood out.

In my current stage of life, I am that wallet hovering between two places in my life. Our family has been “temporarily” living in Puerto Rico for almost five years. We live in a furnished place surrounded by other people’s stuff. It’s a nice place. The weather is divine. We’ve made lifelong friends. Do we belong here? It doesn’t completely feel like it. During the holidays, we head back to our house in Texas. It’s a nice place. There, we are surrounded by our stuff and lifelong friends too. Do we belong there? It doesn’t completely feel like it. It has nothing to do with things, friends, or location. We are always happy to arrive at either place. We are always happy to catch up with our friends once again. At first glance, much like the wallet, we look like we belong.

As she unnaturally contorted her body under the limbo stick, Rhonda was secretly thankful for her power breakfast of four dry martinis with a side of toast. The shiny new Electrolux would be hers this year!
As she unnaturally contorted her body under the limbo stick, Rhonda was secretly thankful for her power breakfast of four dry martinis with a side of toast. source

The truth is we live in a state of limbo…not the fun kind, where you dance under a stick, usually at an event where the alcohol has been flowing freely. Our limbo is the kind where we are pulled in two separate directions, more like the old Stretch Armstrong I was always stealing from my brother when I was a kid. Sorry Stretch! These days I feel your pain!

I’m afraid that’s going to leave a mark. source

The thing about limbo is you have to keep hovering, maintaining that balance because you don’t have the luxury of leaning too far in either direction. So, you go with the flow, enjoy your time in both states, and hope you don’t stretch out so much that you are never the same again.

Is there an aspect of your life that is currently in limbo?

21 thoughts on “Stretch Armstrong Does The Limbo!

  1. To echo what Stephanie said, I always feel in limbo about motherhood. It’s a delicate balancing act. On the one hand, you want to preserve a remnant of the ‘old you.’ On the other, you want to pour yourself out 100% of the time to your kids. Now, that I think about it I feel more like Stretch–pulled in dozens of directions! πŸ˜‰

  2. I know EXACTLY how you feel about being in limbo! I’m finally at a point in my life where I’m not there, but I was for a long time. The hardest part is you have to make an effort to curb the thinking of “Once we just get settled,” or “This will be over soon and we can get on with our real life.”

    The hardest part to realize is that THIS is your real life. Being in limbo is your life…at least for now.

    It sounds like you’re enjoying each day. If not, I find that binging on chocolate and Teddy Grahams does wonders for improving your day.

    1. You are so right! We say stuff like that ALL the time! I guess that mentality isn’t helping our day to day. THIS is our real life…at least for now. We keep a positive perspective most of the time, but I’ll definitely keep the chocolate and Teddy Graham fix in mind! Thank you! πŸ™‚

  3. I love that I have the same feelings and experiences as you and other women like Anka, yet without you ladies verbalizing/writing about them, I wouldn’t have a clue how to share them! Limbo! Balance! YES! As a woman and a wife. As a wife and a mother. As a…the list goes on… πŸ˜‰

    1. I love that you have the same feelings too! Of course, it probably just puts us in a league of our own which is a positive thing no doubt. πŸ˜‰ Thanks for pointing out all the other aspects of my life that I can feel limbo-ish about. High five on that one! Really!

  4. Whenever I lose something I say out loud “it’s in the first place you looked but you didn’t look hard enough”. It is SO often true as it was here. When I was an expat I thought of it as being lucky enough to have more than one life at a time. I didn’t feel in limbo. Now I feel in limbo in so many other ways and I have to try to remember that I am not. I have arrived. This is it, not a dress rehearsal.

    1. It usually does end up being somewhere I’ve already looked. It is always somewhere I’ve told the kids to look, and they swear they have. πŸ˜‰
      We definitely feel lucky to have had the experience of another culture, etc. I think the most difficult part is we signed up for “temporary” and every time we think we’re almost done our time is extended. I would probably do better if someone gave me an exact countdown no matter how long. lol

      1. Yes it’s tough not knowing how long you’ve got in a country. You can’t make any plans and some people don’t want to have you as new friends if they think you are about to leave!

  5. This is actually the first time ever that I HAVEN’T felt like I’m in limbo, or not belonging somewhere, or stretched to extremes. I don’t know how I’ve arrived at it, but I’m actually happy with who and where I am at the moment.

    But I have to say, nine times out of ten, if I can’t find something it’s because it was put away. I’m better off when things are out where I can see them.

    1. I remember those days of not feeling like I was in limbo! πŸ˜‰ Good for you! As for not finding things because they’ve been put away, I’ve definitely been guilty of putting something away in such a great place I can’t find it later. πŸ˜‰

  6. I loved the twist you used metaphorically speaking! LOL. I had to laugh when the wallet was in his brief case… not that THAT really had to do with your point… smile… but my husband loses something and pulls me into it and it usually making me feel as if I moved it since I am always straightening up things even though we live in our own empty nest with just us… it is either him or me… ya know and we usually find it in a brief caseyyy place! πŸ˜‰

  7. Well, it’s sort of like everything is in limbo. My children are bordering on adulthood, well 2 out of 3 at least, and I want them to take on responsibilities and be successful and love their careers…..and move out, but then again I don’t. I want them to stay for a while longer. I want to redecorate and repurpose their rooms for my dreams, but I also want to recreate them for my nearly grown children so that they will be comfortable in their home. Our whole family is bordering on a lot of major life changes and I am just thankful that they happen slowly so that I have time to adjust and get used to the idea. Everything will fall into place when the time is right….I hope. πŸ˜‰

    1. Wow! I can’t even imagine that day for us! I guess it would be difficult to want to see them independent and flourishing in their lives and their careers, but not wanting to completely let go of your babies. My daughter is 10 and says she will never move out. I may have other problems! πŸ˜‰

  8. I think there are always times like this in life. You come to crossroads and make choices and then live with them. Seems like you will be making a choice soon. Stretch Armstrong was and is awesome. I had one once back in the day. He didn’t live long. πŸ™‚ Good luck with your limbo!

    1. There have definitely been a few crossroads in my life, and I’m not one to shy away from a decision and owning it. I wish I was able to do that now, but we are here due to my husband’s job and can’t just pick up and go. I know we are where we are supposed to be right now, but I don’t do well in limbo Maybe that’s the lesson. πŸ˜‰

      Stretch Armstrong was the best! The new ones aren’t as good. I’m not even sure they still call him Stretch any more. ha ha

  9. I kind of feel this way about adulthood. Even though I’ve been at my “grown up” job nearly three months now, there are still times where I feel like I’m only pretending to be an adult. It has fully sunk in, yet.

    1. I think we’ve all been there when it comes to the “grown up” job. It’s the goal, but once you get there you wonder who let you into the grown up world. πŸ˜‰ You get used to it in time. I can’t believe it’s only been three months since you started. It seems like it’s been longer.

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