I often wonder how I arrived at this point in my life. Not that I'm complaining or anything - it's just a simple observation.
I've always been a loner. The quiet one. The person who was happy to be alone most of the time.
Growing up, I was not the most popular girl in school - ever. I was the bookworm, nerdy type and found it easy to lose myself in a book, in a distant adventure. It kept me entertained.
I was the easy target to pick on. Many people pegged me as a lesbian (not that there's anything wrong with that), but I was not.
So, I got married and after 5 years, we had our son. When he was 5, we started trying for a second child. The Evil Twin really didn't want a second one, especially after I had been diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and he worried if we had another, he or she might be born as early or earlier than Buddy and not fare as well.
I alleviated his fears and my OB convinced him that what happened with Buddy was unlikely to happen a second time. Plus, we had also found out that I have an unusual blood clotting disorder that makes miscarriages much more likely. Once we figured that out, we had a plan of action for if and when I became pregnant again.
Fast forward three years: We have two children. 11 year old Buddy and soon to be 3 year old Sissy. Plus, we have an annoying parakeet, Apple.
Add to that, the fact that the TV runs all day and the noise level after dinner can reach an almost unbelievable pitch. My brain literally starts jiggling, I think.
It's so funny. I love this life, but I never ever could have imagined that it would be so opposite of my regular state of being and I could still be happy.
In fact, I don't know what I'll do with myself when I *don't* have all the distractions.
I might have to become the crazy cat lady.