Comfortably Numb

Hello. Hello.Hello.
Is there anybody in there?

Oh my goodness, does this have a different meaning now that I am 40! As I sat down to dinner tonight with my three men, I said, "Let's go to sleep." What the hell am I thinking?! I meant, "Let's say the blessing." And as BBH is reciting his God Our Father, I am laughing maniacally. I am losing it.

The other day, I was helping my friend Melissa construct a diaper cake for a baby shower. We needed the scissors so I go to the kitchen and open the refrigerator. What? I'm sniffing the clean, sweet smelling diapers with a smile and she's looking at me sideways.

I can't remember which boy is which and confuse them with the cat. There are too many names in my house. I think CLH is ready to send me to the insane asylum -- that or have a doctor prescribe me an anti-psychotic.

Sounds like my hormones are a little out of whack. Oh, I'm not looking forward to this (neither is CLH, he just doesn't know it yet!)

The Good News . . . I went to said baby shower and sat at the table with a few of my beloved girlfriends and one newbie. I say to the newbie, "You look so familiar. I think we went to high school together." She says, "Oh, no. You are much younger than me." Ha, she was 39! Maybe she was on the anti-psychotic.