It's official...I am a loon!

There is something wrong with me...I just can't stop. What is it that I can't stop? Well just about everything. I can't stop thinking of new and unnecessary things to do. I can't stop doing laundry, cleaning or the dishes. I can't stop thinking about my kids. When I am with them, I feel as if I need to do more for them and when I am away from them, I feel as if I didn't do enough with them! I can't stop volunteering and I can't stop thinking of new business ventures.

The fact that I'm a loon, became profoundly obvious to me last night as I was steam cleaning the family room carpet. Yes, steam cleaning the carpets...at 9:30pm! What normal person does that?!? Then after I completed my cleaning frenzy I proceeded to cast 3 concrete stepping stones for my daughter's preschool craft project. I of course volunteered to oversee it and have been obsessed for the past 3 days with creating mosaic stepping stones. Tonight, after everyone went to bed, I was in the laundry room, sorting itsy bitsy mosaic tiles into color piles. I did this because I wanted to simplify the project for seventeen 3yr olds. Like that's possible! Please don't get me wrong, I love everything I do...I feed off of the craze in my life. It is my state of blissfulness. Most don't understand me, but like I said I just can't stop!

Someone once told me that, as a mom I was too hands on. I was perturbed when I first heard this statement. I mean, how can one be too hands on? Now I realize that I may be too hands on with everything. I am confirming what everyone else knows...I am a loon!

Poo Pooo Poker Face?????

As I was driving in my minivan the other day, with all 3 kids, my daughter started singing and asked if I could play her song in the car. I couldn't quite figure out what lyrics she was saying, so as we went through each CD that was in the car, she kept rejecting song after song. No it wasn't "Row, Row, Row Your boat", "Twinkle Twinkle", "Itsy Bitsy Spider" or "I Eat Apples & Bananas". For the life of me I couldn't figure out what she wanted. Finally she said "no it's not mommy's music", as if I truly enjoy the themes from every nursery song blasting from the speakers of my car, but it's daddy's music. I turned my head suddenly and shot her a look that even she couldn't believe. As I asked her to sing a little louder and a little slower the song became clear. In her sweet helium balloon sounding voice came "P-P-P poker face, P-P-P poker face, I won't tell you that I love you, kiss you or hug you, cause I'm bluffin with my muffin". I guess the word muffin really got her, because at that moment she burst out laughing. I on the other hand did not! She even continued to tell me that it was sung by Lady Gaga Goo Goo. Okay, well at least she brought the name down to her level. Yes, I was shocked and I think my daughter realized that I was not happy because she looked at me and said " Does Daddy need a time out?"