The Gift That Keeps on Giving

The twins turned 5 today. Like most kids, they seem advanced in some ways, a bit behind in others, but mostly perfectly normal for their age. Like most parents I would like to believe that they are geniuses, although this will almost surely not turn out to be the case. Smart as they are though, they are just not ready to learn about or be exposed to certain things.

All of this to say that several times over the last few days they have expressed interest in the top drawer of the night stand, also referred to as the Fun Drawer. I realize that I must be careful not to call it that in front of them, as it will only pique their curiosity. Likewise, I can't freak out or give them reason to believe that there is anything noteworthy in there. Nor can I turn down the vigilance, only to be surprised by the introduction of the Pink Rabbit at an inopportune moment (said with a devilish grin).

I would freak out if B discovered it, but for different reasons. He has a pretty good grasp of the basics, like how babies are made, and I am pretty sure he and his dad have talked about masturbation. We have also had general conversations about porn, homosexuality, etc. I just don't think I am prepared to explain why his mom, who is married to his dad, has a drawer full of accessories, when sex is normal, natural, blah, blah, blah.

Because the fourth option, eliminating the Fun Drawer, is not an option. Discreet vigilance it is then, so that my precocious five-year olds are not "those" kids. You know, the ones you learned about sex from before you learned it from the people who were supposed to teach you about it :)

Trifecta!

I know, I swore I wasn't going to write about Him anymore, but I have to because I think I have finally conquered the trifecta! No, I didn't win big at the track, but I did, to quote dictionary.com, accomplish something involving three successful outcomes.

For way too long, I moped around about a guy I used to know, for reasons I can't (OK, don't want to) explain. What I do know is that certain events or conditions triggered thoughts of him that usually led to extra whining and bad judgement on my part.

But the other night, when the kids kept repeatedly choosing that song while playing Dance Dance Revolution, I realized that while I was annoyed by the repetition, the actual song didn't make me feel so pitiful. Then Friday, when I was feeling sorry for myself, the person I thought to call first was not him. After a little more thought, I realized that I had also avoided the third trigger, which involves alcohol.

Yeah, I know, managing not to text a certain someone or go into a funk every time I am feeling hormonal, or buzzed, or just extra wussy isn't exactly a "success", but it does mean now I can seriously get my groove on the next time I play DDR. Now if it only included the stripper song!

Hiding on the Web

I maintain three websites, two blogs and a Facebook presence for work. I am a contributor/admin on two group blogs. I am also supposed to be working on an electronic newsletter for work and a web site for my husband. All that in addition to my personal email and Facebook accounts and a dummy site that I practice web site on. So why am I here of all places?

I am not really here to write. I tried, but the best I could come up with was typing the word F***. Couldn't quite get the feeling across no matter how big I made the font.

I guess I am here because of all the "places" I can be while sitting at my desk, this is the most private. Here I can sit and stare at a screen and type a few words and try to get my act together so I can go out and spend the rest of the day being "social".