Sometimes I am truly amazed by how weird my brain is. Once in a while, I sit down to write a blog post, and all kinds of things come to mind that I have NO BUSINESS saying out loud--much less writing on the internet.
I also seem to do this in "conversations" in my head. I think this is mostly a product of so little adult interaction. S. and I both talk A LOT (I know, I know--you are shocked.) So, when he's around, we are in constant conversation. That is a good thing, because we pretty much know everything that is going on with each other all the time. I know A LOT about the army, and he can tell you the steps for making a personalized hooded towel (he can't make them though).
Anyway--without him here, I don't get to talk to an adult much. The ones I see are generally for specific interaction. Teachers--school conversations. Clients--workout instructions. Baseball coaches--practice times, snack schedules. Etc. Not like the random stream of conciousness conversations that I am used to having every evening.
Then, you add the fact that I am a little more stressed than is normal--with no one to talk about that stress with. It tends to create these "statements" in my head that I want to just SCREAM. They don't make any sense, because they aren't part of a conversation and they aren't in response to any event. They just pop in my head. I guess it is my brain's way of blowing off steam so I don't ACTUALLY say any of these bizarre sentence fragments to anyone. The few people I do interact with would probably run screaming!
Does ANYONE else do that type of thing? Here are some of my latest:
1) Hey! Here's an idea! SHUT UP!
2) Good to see you! Get the hell out of here.
3) I truly, truly hate that entire thing.
4) No one cares about that. Not one little bit. No one.
5) Maybe you should move away and then we could be friends again.
6) I hate stupidness--in all of its forms.
7) Go away. Far away. Don't come back--not even to visit.
8) NO NO NO NO NO!
9) I am SO much better at this than you are!
10) Really? That is SO UNinteresting.
It's Who We Are
- The Monkey House
- There are 5 of us--I frequently use the terms zoo and locker room in place of Monkey House. All are completely accurate. I am the only girl--and the feeling of being outnumbered increases as the little monkies get older! All in all, a pretty great (although chaotic) place to be!
Mommy of the Monkies
I don't really know what to say about myself here, but felt obligated to have a caption since I have one for all the boys!
Soldier Boy
Before there was a "Soldja Boy" there were the Sherelles...they sang a song called "Soldier Boy" and I have called him that since we met. He is my friend and my strength. I love him with everything in me.
Monkey #1
He's kind and smart; athletic and sensitive; trying to figure out the difference between being a little boy and a young man. A rocky road--especially without the road map of an older sibling to follow. He blazes a great trail, though, and his little brothers are all the more lucky because of it!
Monkey #2
He is a genius...an absentminded one, but genius nonetheless. Everyone who meets him describes him as an "old soul." It is in his eyes and in his conversation--especially in his questions. At 2 1/2, he told me, "I'm not big like N. I'm not little like J. I'm just like me." What we all hope to instill in our middle children, he knew on his own before his 3rd birthday! He loves everyone.
Monkey #3
4 hours after his birth I told him, "You are the third of three boys. You have to be BIG or FAST." He is both. Surefooted and coordinated, fearless and frightening. He has no concept that he is younger or smaller than his brothers and is quite sure he can do anything they can. He is the comic relief of the family, without even meaning to be. He reveres his brothers--even as he tortures them.
Me as a cartoon!
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