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)