I finally got to talk to Templar_Jareth last night. I think it was the first time I'd heard his voice in 3 months... *Le Sigh*
We email as often as we can, but there's just a certain something about his voice that makes me swoon. My knees go weak, I am instantly relaxed. Yet, at the same time, my heart races, and I stammer, stumbling over every syllable.
It's exactly like it was 5 years ago, when we first started going out. I felt so completely safe with him, and yet the thrill of rebellion raced through me. I knew we wouldn't get caught. But even if we did, I didn't care.
...But in the end I suppose I did care. I let my family tear us apart, and every day I regret it.
5 years it's been since that summer. God, how it seems longer sometimes! And at the same time, it seems I graduated highschool mere months ago. Five years... How much farther away shall I be given five more?
All that aside... Alan Rickman turns out to be a rather nice guy.
I had suspected as much. Scathingly inteligent, and a bit of a hermit. We spoke online briefly. Perhaps we'll speak again. Then again, how am I to know it's really him at all? Maybe someone who imagined him just as I did. I'd love to direct him here, to Suicidegirls.com. But if I brought it up so soon, he'd most likely think I was trying to sell him something. Still, once my set goes up, I will be bragging to everyone I know, and a few people I don't. 
More strange shifts for Crash. Tonight, he'll be there until 3am (Or later, if they feel the need to keep him)... which means that I will be taking care of the morning BS alone. Is it just me or are mornings the WORST time of the day for getting things done? I mean, I HATE getting up with my kids, rolling out of bed at THEIR whim... then stumbling half-blind down the stairs, struggling to not drop the youngest or trip over the older two. Once I have their diapers changed and breakfast made, I don't do so bad. It's just that first half-hour or so that kills me. When my husband wasn't here, I'd let the toddlers whine to be let out, and I'd allow myself that first half-hour to wake up, get dressed, and take care of my own needs before taking them all downstairs. But with him here, I can't let them make noise while he is actively trying to sleep. In his defense, whenever possible, he allows me the same courtesy. This morning for instance, he brought the older 2 down for breakfast and diaper changes, and then he put on a movie for them. I got an extra hour of sleep, which is the only reason I'm not pulling my hair out right now.
Another reason for the odd sleeping habits I have developed, is my new medications. They made it easier for me to fall asleep at night (it's just a side-effect) but harder to wake up in the morning. If someone isn't shaking me and talking to me, I can't wake up before 10am. Period. CAN'T. My husband nearly took me to the hospital one morning, but as he got me into the hallway, I woke up enough to tell him to leave me alone. lol
Happiness for the day: My son will be one year old tomorrow. And today, he tried to CLAP for the first time. He's trying so hard to catch up. It's hard sometimes but he's showing effort, and that makes me happy.
Later everyone!
(And Twixxie, I'll be there in a minute )
We email as often as we can, but there's just a certain something about his voice that makes me swoon. My knees go weak, I am instantly relaxed. Yet, at the same time, my heart races, and I stammer, stumbling over every syllable.
It's exactly like it was 5 years ago, when we first started going out. I felt so completely safe with him, and yet the thrill of rebellion raced through me. I knew we wouldn't get caught. But even if we did, I didn't care.
...But in the end I suppose I did care. I let my family tear us apart, and every day I regret it.
5 years it's been since that summer. God, how it seems longer sometimes! And at the same time, it seems I graduated highschool mere months ago. Five years... How much farther away shall I be given five more?
All that aside... Alan Rickman turns out to be a rather nice guy.
I had suspected as much. Scathingly inteligent, and a bit of a hermit. We spoke online briefly. Perhaps we'll speak again. Then again, how am I to know it's really him at all? Maybe someone who imagined him just as I did. I'd love to direct him here, to Suicidegirls.com. But if I brought it up so soon, he'd most likely think I was trying to sell him something. Still, once my set goes up, I will be bragging to everyone I know, and a few people I don't.
More strange shifts for Crash. Tonight, he'll be there until 3am (Or later, if they feel the need to keep him)... which means that I will be taking care of the morning BS alone. Is it just me or are mornings the WORST time of the day for getting things done? I mean, I HATE getting up with my kids, rolling out of bed at THEIR whim... then stumbling half-blind down the stairs, struggling to not drop the youngest or trip over the older two. Once I have their diapers changed and breakfast made, I don't do so bad. It's just that first half-hour or so that kills me. When my husband wasn't here, I'd let the toddlers whine to be let out, and I'd allow myself that first half-hour to wake up, get dressed, and take care of my own needs before taking them all downstairs. But with him here, I can't let them make noise while he is actively trying to sleep. In his defense, whenever possible, he allows me the same courtesy. This morning for instance, he brought the older 2 down for breakfast and diaper changes, and then he put on a movie for them. I got an extra hour of sleep, which is the only reason I'm not pulling my hair out right now.
Another reason for the odd sleeping habits I have developed, is my new medications. They made it easier for me to fall asleep at night (it's just a side-effect) but harder to wake up in the morning. If someone isn't shaking me and talking to me, I can't wake up before 10am. Period. CAN'T. My husband nearly took me to the hospital one morning, but as he got me into the hallway, I woke up enough to tell him to leave me alone. lol
Happiness for the day: My son will be one year old tomorrow. And today, he tried to CLAP for the first time. He's trying so hard to catch up. It's hard sometimes but he's showing effort, and that makes me happy.
Later everyone!
(And Twixxie, I'll be there in a minute
)