the fine line between addiction and obsession

No more Glee episodes til April! At least, no more new ones! I'm not sure what it is about this show that I just really really find so enjoyable, but I find it so soothing. Course, there's usually no rhyme or reason to what it is my brain gravitates towards on any given day. Most things I get attached to, I end up disappointed, because not enough other people find it as intriguing as I do, which results in shows being cancelled. Plus, no one knows what I'm talking about when I go off on my latest 'discovery'. Which leaves me talking to myself. Not that I mind... much.

Speaking of talking, I was able to actually catch a friend at home today and talk to her! It was good, just a spontaneous chat while our kids ran circles around each other. I often find myself wishing for a small-town kind of neighborhood connection with people, you know, the kind that older folks talk about when they were raising their families, where they'd talk over the fence to each other and such. Problem is, these 'spontaneous' meetings don't just happen. No one waltzes up to my fence to talk anyway. I've tried just waiting by the fence, I've tried engaging strangers in conversation as they walked by said fence, but, it just didn't quite yield that level of satisfaction that would radiate off these legends I'd heard of this elusive neighbor-fence-talk. Anyway, I've been trying to puzzle this out this last year. Turns out, people are more responsive if they know your name first, or have seen you more than a few times. Or if you've happened to call them three times a month to see if they'd like to come over this week for a 'playdate' (a note: it's never for the kids). Check and mate ladies and gentlemen. I had a conversation with another person today that did not involve 'Are they all yours?' or 'You sure have your hands full.' Nope, this conversation was pure two-sided. Very refreshing. My friend got to vent about health insurance coverage, and I got to feel important enough for another person to vent about their health insurance to. Win- and -Win.

A lady said that to me at the post office the other day, as I was struggling to keep three little boys within arm's length while filling out address labels. Some idiot had decided it was a good idea to prop the door open (okay, small shop, lots of people inside, I get it. I mean, I was sweating.)... a door that led, may I add, right into a busy parking lot. There was lots of fun things to distract said boys once they got in the store, so of course, they all went for the door. This is where the lady said to me 'Looks like you have your hands full!' And you know what I said? (keep in mind I'm very mature for my age). 'Yeah, thanks for pointing that out to me.' I mean, I know how utterly ridiculous I look, balancing two packages in one hand, leaning over far enough to hold my year1/2 old son's hand on the other side while using my right foot to herd my other two in front of me. I'm not unaware of how awkward this looks. I'm not unaware of it because I happen to be living it!

I took a video tonight of the boys in a game of 'get-a-serving-spoon-for-dinner-and-pretend-that-everything-you-find-in-the-silverware-drawer-is-the-serving-spoon.' Hilarious.