Friday Fragments

 Friday Fragments

Getting all those random thoughts 

outta my head

De-klutter if you will!

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I think I'm addicted to blogging.  Is there a blogs anonymous class I should go to?  Maybe it's just the writing aspect of it that I seem to not be able to get enough of.  I think maybe because I feel so confined to "Mommy talk" when I finally get time to be something other then Mommy, I'm overly ecstatic.  I kind of hope it is NOT just a phase I'm in because....I kinda like it.
(Shh. It's our little secret.)

Our van keys are on a carabiner that has a bunch of other keys attached to it.  On Thursday I drove our van to go pick up Jacek from school.  I exited the van with the keys and entered the building.  Upon returning back to the van and buckling Jacek in I got in the drivers seat and went to put the van key into the ignition.  The van key was not on my key ring.  
I understand now that a first LOGICAL thought would have been, "I must have dropped the van key somewhere when I was walking to and from the building."
My first thought however was not this.  It was instead, 
"How did I drive the van here without the van key?"
For some reason, I blame the freezin temperatures and the blowing wind that day, I could not figure out how I had driven the van there.  Then it dawned on me.  I got out of the van and found the key not too far from the van in a nice little snow bank.  Seriously?  Sometimes I think I'm not smart enough to have kids.

Is it strange that I would LOVE to have a padded, sound proof room?  How awesome it would to be able to say to the boys, "Give Mommy a second please", turn the door knob, enter the padded, sound proof room and just let it all out.  I would scream my head off baby.  I would scream and throw things and slam myself up against the padded walls.  Then I would straighten myself up, turn the door knob, walk out and say, 
"Ok, boys you want Mommy to build another fort, let's go!"

This morning I talked about coffee, children, sex, death, grief, pain, love, friends and blogging.  It was, maybe the best conversation I've had in a very long time.  I'm beyond thrilled to have someone to talk "everything" with.

I had two pretty intense headaches/migraines this week.  Yesterday while I was attempting to drive my fists into my skull, Jacek says, "Mommy you get headaches to much."  I HATE that my migraines are becoming something that my sons will remember about me.  

I've been hearing little birdies in the morning.  They chirp, probably because they are pi-issed that it's so friggin cold.  I hope they poke the crap outta puxatony phil.

I can't wait to open my windows and let the spring air in.  I can not wait!

I've had Under The Dome by Stephen King now for almost a week.  I had hoped to read around 100 pages a night.  There are over 1000 pages.  I am on page 115.  Last night I read 3 pages two times.  
At least I warned the librarian that I would be renewing it like 50 times.  He didn't seem to concerned but come to think of it I think he laughed AT me and not WITH me.

Jacek and Aidan, dare I say it, are better.  The sickies seem to be gone.  Can I get a whoop whoop?

My cat is awesome.  I have trained him to sit on command. Well, either that or he is allowing me to think I have him trained, ya know, so he can get more treats...cuz he's so skinny.

(shhh..I just let him think he's skinny)