Some random facts.

I slept under the covers until my mid-2os. Is that even normal? Probably not. I was terrified of the dark, ever since I was a child. To this day, I still cannot look at a mirror in the bathroom for fear of seeing something. What, I don't know, but I don't want to find out. I don't sleep under the covers anymore. Becoming a mom changed that and I just don't fear it anymore.

While I love odd amounts of things (like 5 of something placed on the wall, or 3 -- it is more aesthetically pleasing), I buy even amounts of things (4 bags of chocolate instead of 3 or 5). I have no idea why!

I catch myself clenching my jaw when I drive and there is no reason for it. I'm not tense or stressed or scared, but I think it's just a habit.

I wash my hands an insane amount of times per day. I must do it absent-mindedly. I noticed this the other day because the hubby had to fix a leak in the bathroom sink so we couldn't use it and I probably went to it 3 times within 10 minutes before remembering I couldn't use it (I did acutally turn it on once, causing a minor flood under the sink. Oops.

I am a great speller and have excellent grammar but sometimes when I am typing online and not thinking, I accidently type "ov" for "of". How stupid! At least I catch myself before I post it.

Facebook is kind-of like crack. I don't think I could go a day without logging in. I don't want to miss anyone's update. What if something really important is happening and I don't find out about it?! I love logging in and seeing little red boxes that means I have either a message or a comment or even a friend request. What the hell did we do before Facebook?! Maybe I'm just too reliant on being social.

I love the feeling of getting in a hot car when it's winter. Winter is damn cold here. There's nothing better than having the heater blast that heat right in your face, even if it makes your eyes and face feel super dry. When I was a kid, my sister and I used to get up early in the morning and sit on the registers in the house.

I am addicted to doing laundry. I cloth diaper, as you know, and I also enjoy doing the regular laundry. I think it's the organization of it all. I don't always enjoy folding it and sometimes it piles up a little in the hampers, waiting to be put away. I only get to it when I need a hamper. Haha.

That's about it for now.

I want to be Jim and Pam.

The Office followers, you know who I'm talking about. I have seen every episode. In fact, I only got into the show a year-and-a-half ago when I was on maternity leave with my daughter. It was the early days and she was eating all the time and my sister has the entire collection on DVD, so I put the first one in, got addicted, and finished the whole series.

To this day, I cannot watch the episode where Jim and Pam get married without bawling my eyes out.

Does this fairytale romance exist in real-life? Do people really have relationships like that? I want that. I read books and lose myself in the novels and live vicariously through the characters. I think those do exist, but I wonder how long that spark lasts. Are they just rare? Is it eternal [the new love feeling]? I'm sure for some it is, and some couples really do have that much love for each other all their lives. Are some men just the silent type who keep their feelings in, and they just don't get all mushy and romantic, even if they love their significant other?

I love my husband, but I really do live for my kids. They make me feel whole and complete and loved and special and I am their whole world, as they are mine. I feel that that is enough, but sometimes I find myself wanting to be looked at adoringly, or crushed at, or winked at. Maybe I'm just past my prime.

For now, I will just watch Jim and Pam, even if they are just characters on t.v. and maybe nobody does have a relationship like that.