I talk to myself early in the morning just after waking up. In fact, today at 3 am, I recall looking in the mirror and saying out loud, ‘I’m tired as hell.‘ I then thought to myself, ‘You’ve lost it.

I watch iCarly on Nickelodeon when the kids are at school. What can I say, it’s well-written!

My dog snores. A lot. And it’s loud.

My hands fall asleep quite a bit. Either they always have, and I never noticed, or they do it more often. Probably the latter.

As much as I love, love, love Starbucks, I don’t necessarily love when the baristas chat me up past the usual how are you, I’m fine, thanks. Since when did buying coffee turn in to sharing what I have planned for the rest of the day? What if I planned to attend a cousin’s funeral, had an appointment with the girly doctor, or just got fired? AWKWARD. Let’s face it, they don’t really want to know. Just seems weird to me.

Finally, I see a lot of my dad in my oldest son. He told me tonight, ‘I’ll tuck you in bed, Mom, just like you said Papaw used to do. That way you’ll feel like you’re in your old home where you grew up.‘ An old soul, at 8 years old, and I turned my head so he wouldn’t see my tears.

And that’s six.