Have I lost ALL my sense?

Apparently, when my husband is out of town and my children are with their grandparents, I lose the ability to tell time. And the awareness that I am tired. And any amount of level-headedness that I've ever possessed (which was never much to begin with.) For the second weekend in a row, I've stayed up all night reading and writing instead of sleeping. My brain is all fuzzy, my vision is shimmering around the edges, but I finished The Big Bad Wolf Tells All by midnight and Cinderella Rules in the gray hours of pre-dawn, dammit. Nothing beats a night spent alone with romance novels and unprecedented amounts of diet soda. Sleep is for the weak.

I really, really want my husband to come home. I would never make it as a single parent. I love the kids, the little monsters, more than life itself. I love them that much, even when I want to throttle them. Today, Liam had at least a dozen ice pops. He'd take off with one and then come throw what I thought was the wrapper in the trash, and then ask for another. I was preoccupied, trying to do a little writing, so I wasn't paying that close attention until I got up to do the dishes. Turns out, he was just taking a bite or two of each one, then trashing it to get another flavor. I'd thought he'd just been eating them really fast. Sigh. Then, when I was laying in the bed doing a little reading, he'd sneak in and turn the light off, then run out squealing. I know you all think that sounds cute. It was not. Maybe I'm just a tad grumpy and unreasonable, though. Patrick is the only one Liam really listens to. He hears the things I say, but he must think I'm the best comedienne in the world, because he just laughs at everything I say. Double sigh.

I'm going to bed.

Friday Fill-Ins for August 22, 2008

1. Dancing to the The Fray while doing Friday Fill-Ins makes me misspell a lot of things.

2. The last time I laughed I nearly fell out of my chair.

3. When I drive I sing along with the radio. Other drivers think I'm yelling at them, but really I'm just belting something out.

4. I saw my son standing on top of a bookcase. He's a monkey.

5. Give me love, give me good friends, give me good wine.

6. Next week I am looking forward to my husband coming home from Virginia.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to watching some movies with the kids, tomorrow my plans include a picnic with my mom and Sunday, I want to take the kids to Grandma and Grandpa's!

I solemnly swear to write more often...

Really, I do. I enjoy blogging, so I'm not quite sure why I've gotten so out of the habit. We've been spending a lot of time outside, so that's part of it. I've also been spending A LOT of time reading, and consequently much less time on the computer. But I've been itching to write more lately, so I think my self-imposed Planet Pawlowski hiatus is coming to a close.

Of course, now that I'm on here, I can't really think of anything to write about. Our summer has been very low-key. The kids and I spend most of our time in the yard. They jump on their trampoline, and I read novels. Sometimes we head back to the garden. We've been meeting up with some friends on a fairly regular basis. That's about it. It's been really chill around here.

The final installment of the Twilight Saga finally came out on August 2. I've read it four times now, so you'd think I'd be over my obsession, right? I should be so lucky. I just can't give up these characters, although I nearly know the books by heart now, and I don't really want to read them cover to cover anymore. I picked up a few light novels at the library this week for a change of pace, but I finished all four of them in two days and immediately went back to skimming through the Twilight books for my favorite parts. God help me.

The kids are all doing great. Now that the girls are 5 years old, and school is back in session, we're getting a lot of questions from random people about why they're out and about in the middle of the week. Annoying. I know that the check-out girl at the supermarket doesn't know that I've already answered questions about why they're not in school to 3 other people that day, but still.

At the moment, Liam is running through the house, naked as the day he was born. We've got the windows thrown open wide, trying to tempt a breeze into the house. I'm quite sure the neighbors think we're borderline-nudists.

The camera is still broken, so I don't have any pictures to share, which is incredibly frustrating. All of our money has gone to our Disney World trip, though, so it will be a while before I can remedy that situation.

Well, that's about it. Watch for more randomness in the near future....