I hate being a woman sometimes. All the hormones, the constantly thinking and thinking and thinking about everything, the bleeding, the hypersensitivity. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I know there is a reason we are the way that we are but once in a while it would be nice to have a break from womanhood and be able to just be a person.
Other than that, a good weekend filled with friends I hadn't hung with in a while and oh I do feel refreshed after a weekend like that. I have some of the most amazing friends and am always grateful for them. Megan is probably the single most amazing lady I know. So opinionated and so full of life that I can't help but let her rub off on me when I hang out with her. Her zest is quite catching you might say. She approves, greatly of said Mr. Wonderful which I will call him here, he has a name but it's not for you.
As a side project, a good friend in my life and I are doing this: http://www.smartassfoodies.wordpress.com
No this is not Mr. Wonderful, this is He who shan't be named and he is a friend. Probably my best male friend ever. I love him more than I can explain. Either way I am super stoked on this and I feel like everyone should be. This is my worst and my best side all wrapped into one interesting, creative, fun and entertaining idea. We start tonight so check it out.
Roommate is set to move in next Saturday. I am excited that my rent is going to go down with the added person. Disappointed that I have to have a roommate. Living by me lonesome has been wonderful and I can't wait to do it again someday. Have a place that is just mine. A place I can walk around naked in the middle of the day, leave my towel on the floor in the bathroom if I'm done with it. A place that I can truly be quiet and alone in. I crave that once in a while. I just like to sit and listen to music, draw, paint, bake all at the same time with my babies. I like it when we all get creative together. I feel a certain amount of magic when that happens. Maybe it's just a sense of awe. My children inspire so much in me while simultaneously demanding so much as well. It's a sort of painful bliss, being a parent. I can't wait to have more babies. I feel like it's what I'm supposed to be doing, making babies. (Not too many mind you! Just one or two more... large families are wonderfully awful)
p.s. I like it here again. This space is so good for me and I am going to try very hard not to abandon it when I get stressed out and overwhelmed again. That was a mistake and I hope I learned from it.