A very, very long time ago, Izzy tagged me for this meme. And now I’m finally getting around to extracting my head from my butt and actually doing the meme. Sorry it took so long, lady!

I AM: very tired right now. Its been a very active weekend filled with much sneezing and allergy type stuff. But also filled with watching my little man happily swing on his new swingset and dive for candy with his friends and cousins during a parade in my hometown.

I WANT: a guarantee that my son will grow up to have a wonderful, happy life filled with love and lasting friendships.

I WISH: I didn’t have the metabolism of an 90-year-old woman who weighs 30 pounds. Almost a month ago, I started exercising 5-6 days a week for 45-60 mins a session because my clothes were getting tight. Now, I’ve gained 4 POUNDS and my clothes don’t fit at all. What the FUCK?

I HATE: how some people feel completely entitled to ramrod their beliefs down my throat. I also hate how some women try to “out mom” the rest of us. They make you feel guilty for sending your kids to (gasp) public school, not spending several thousands of dollars on various enriching summer camps, and the fact that you didn’t mortgage your house to pay for toddler violin lessons. “You think its ok to send your child to a STATE college? Call social services!”

I MISS: sleeping in till whenever I want (think summer vacation when you’re 12).

I FEAR: someone’s carelessness and stupidity will someday result in serious harm to my child or other loved ones. But I also fear my son’s carelessness and stupidity may someday hurt someone else.

I HEAR: the hum of my computer right now. It is actually so lovely to not hear anything but that. In our old house, we lived off of a busy street and I had to put a fan on medium to drown out the traffic — even at 3 a.m.

I WONDER: if Matt Blunt (Mo governor) will ever get a clue? Also, if he and his wife have ever been completely naked. They don’t strike me as a couple that even has sex. They both seem to removed and sterile in their personalities. They don’t even seem like real people.

I REGRET: Not having enough confidence in my abilities or the courage to go away to college and pursue the type of career I REALLY wanted. I went to school around where I lived and stuck with a “safe” career choice.

I AM NOT: the woman who’s car, house and appearance are immaculate. I’m not high energy. I’m not the cool wife either.

I DANCE: with my son. And when I watch “The Tube”.

I SING: badly. Every time my son hears me he says, “Stop mommy. You’re HURTING my ears!”

I CRY: every time I see news coverage of animals in horrid conditions rescued from a breeder or hoarder. I cry when I think of all of the pain in the world. I cry when I read that stinky book, “Love you forever.”

I AM NOT ALWAYS: patient or kind (see previous entries).

I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: lots of gestures. I can’t seem to speak one sentence without moving them.

I WRITE: alot of lists. I have horrible short-term memory. I write my hubby e-mails when he’s out of town telling him how much I miss him.

I CONFUSE: everyone at some point.

I NEED: sleep. And my son to sleep at least 10 hours a night. I also need a painter to finish painting Seth’s room and the hubby to find a job with a company that doesn’t control our lives to the degree it does…

I SHOULD: Get off the computer and clean some part of the house.

I START: my day wishing for another 30 minutes of sleep.

I FINISH: candy bars and at times, my hubby’s sentences or the wine in his glass.

I am tagging Little Miss Sassy (Linlee) and Isabel if she has some time.