My super-power!

I am fabulous. Why? It is not because I have a well toned physique which is cellulite free, naturally or unnaturally ample bosom, perfect teeth, glorious flowing locks, perfect completion, above average intelligence, more wealth than I could ever spend, etc. For the record, let it be known that I have NONE of the above! (Sigh…) Well, maybe I have the etc. whatever that is. Oh! I just remembered, I do have the ability to grow lovely finger nails AND my eyebrows are naturally quite nicely shaped. While those two traits are nothing to scoff at, they are not why I am fabulous. I am fabulous because I have three small children (all under the age of six) and I have not killed any of them…yet.
The point? There is none. I have just gotten to the point where I need some adult conversation since my days are filled with whinny (yet adorable) short people asking me for EVERYTHING! Let it be known that my adult conversation is now consisting of me writing to…myself! It is pathetic. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Several months ago my mother, who I love dearly, strongly suggested that I take a test that helps determine your natural strengths. (Definition of “strongly suggested”: bought me the book to take the test; pestered me not daily, but close to it, to take it; suggested that I haven’t found the key to a lifetime of happiness and fulfillment until I have taken the test…you get the idea.) So, yours truly, decided that it was time. I sat down during a quiet 30 minutes of free time that I had and took the test. (Definition of “free time”: time that I should be doing some household chore or something but instead have decided that I can use that moment to plop my butt down and read a novel or watch a show on HGTV or Food Network). Sacrificing an entire 30 minutes of peace and quiet to take the test is a big deal, so mother (if you ever read this) is proof that I love you.
I have to admit that I enjoyed taking the test and learning about what I am naturally good at. This was a moment that I could say was “All About Me”. Those who know me, would say that in times where I am the focus of attention in a good way, not in the you have been walking around with toilet paper stuck to the bottom of your shoe way, is when I seem the happiest. My nirvana would probably be me surrounded by people that wanted to spend time with me and feed me pieces of dark chocolate and ice cream. Notice that I referenced myself four times in that one sentence! I don’t even want to reflect on what that means about my character. So suffice to say, learning about myself was fun. So, my top strength was COMMUNICATION! Verbal, not necessarily written. It is my super-power. So, if you ever need anyone to talk to, I am your gal, provided there is enough time that I can talk too. People that talk without asking for dialogue BUG ME! I try to avoid them.
Anyway, so knowing that my strength is communication was fabulous, but the caveat was that I am surrounded by people that want to talk to me and have a very difficult time holding an intellectually stimulating conversation. They are my children. Honestly, my eldest is quite capable of holding an intelligent conversation, but his is so smart I am afraid of what he will get me to agree to let him do. Probably play video games for 3 days straight while eating tacos on the living room floor. So the next best thing, is holding a conversation with my computer.
Today we had one of those days that seemed to spiral out of control. We have a rule that you (meaning the children) are not allowed to get up before 7am. My two sons (5 and 3) share a room and were at one point waking up at 5am! Now, if you can function well at 5am and take care of small children, kudos to you. I, however, cannot. I get VERY crabby if I have to wake up before 7am. So for the past several weeks my sons have been coming in my room between 6 and 6:45 asking if they can get up yet. Why has this been happening? Well I blame daylight savings. The whole “spring forward/fall back” is great for anyone WITHOUT kids! If you have young children it just screws with their schedule and you end up keeping them up later, but they still wake up earlier. Ugh. It is a nightmare. Parents should have a daylight savings exemption. I would rather lose an hour of daylight than have three cranky, overtired kids, for two months while they adjust to the time change.
So, since I cannot function before 7am, I let them crawl into bed with me. Awe, sounds cute and cuddly right? HA! They spend most of the time putting their cold feet on me, fighting with each other, or asking me questions. So why not make them stay in their room? Because their room is next to their 17 month old sister’s and they are NOT quiet in the mornings. They end up waking her anyway, but it’s a pipe dream to hold on to that they will come into bed, curl up with me and drift off into a warm snuggly sleep and wake up at 8:30am. So, being that communication is my super-power, I have decided to write my blog so that at least I get to have a faux-conversation once a day!