I have felt the need to share what is in my mind and heart for awhile, but have only done so on a website where I trully know no one, nor does anyone there know the real me, know my real story. So I hope to be as honest as possable here, in the land of blogging, you still do not know me, and that is ok, because you will know more, at least you will soon.
I guess in this new world of the internet where everyone feels the need to tell everyone else about every moment of their day that it makes sense that I would choose to journal online instead of in private. So here goes.
I woke today from the most amazing dream, about food. Yes its very cliched but its the truth. I was in a strange home with my boyfriend and bestfriend and we were making food. My first meal was scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, which as you will learn is my favorit breakfast meal. Then when we bacame hungry again we made ravoli with spagetti sauce and salad. mmm, also a favorite. I'm not sure why I woke up from this dream, hell, I'm not sure why I wake half the time during the night, but I fell bak asleep and this time we were home hunting, whether for apartment or house it did not matter, we just wanted a home together, which we got and moved into in what seems like 2 mins, and likely took hours of dreaming to accomplish then it turned dirty, here comes the honesty I promised, and my boyfriend and I had "intimate relations" (I'll try to stay PG as much as possible) I woke from this dream feeling ver good, for the first time in God know how long, I once again long for my boyfriend to be sleeping beside me so I can celebrate properly how wonderful I feel. But since we have not actually found our home together he is across town.
Then as I lay happily, lazily, in my warm bed, with an annoying cat that has to be snuggled or else he cries, I am content, I am not nauseous yet, I don't have a head ache, and I am simply content. Then my son wakes up. Do not mistake this following rant. I love my son, but I also love peace and quiet, which does not coexsist with 3 year old boys that are awake. So he wakes up, climbs over the baby gate that is ment to keep him from roaming the house should he awake before me (note to self, buy taller gate) and comes into my room to snuggle. This is just fine by me, I do love peacefull snuggle time with my baby, however it never lasts, soon he is thrashing around, kicking, stealing blankets (note here I am currently unable to sleep if the window is shut, so my room is currently 35 degrees) and just acting like a monster. So I ungraciously kick him out of my room. He then whines that the cat bit him (our cat is siamese) I advise he not torment the cat, then a few mins later he whines that the cat is chasing this string he has, I advise him to stop dragging the string, as cats chase them. He then comes back to whine that he wants breakfast. This is my que to say good bye and post my first ever blog. I will wrestle with figuring out how the page works after he has been fed, and maybe myself as well, if my baby to be decides to let me keep it down that it.
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