Melia's Life

Fuck

Is all I can think of as thoughts and ideas run through my mind. I need a journal for every thought, hehe . I just find that the more I explore my life the more things that I can write about but nothing is related to another thought. I know it sounds crazy but that is just how it is.

Lately, I have been cleaning my house like there is no tomorrow. The thing that started it all was my Mom's visit during the united States Labor Day weekend when she called me a Packrat which I guess is so fitting. I hated the fact that it was the best word to describe my behavior.

I think I have kept everything I have collected in the last ten years. Part of the problems comes from family members asking me to keep this and that and save it for the next child and so forth. Well, I know that this third child of mine is my last even if sex must be denied which believe me is not hard in this household. There is always kids, cats, work and choirs that must be done in the way. One of our cats will ewven jump between us another will stay above my head during the wonderful Fucking act thus making it hard not to concentrate on the damn beings.

Anyway, as my Babes grows up and out of this or that it will be given away or thrown away. I know longer need old bikes and scooters for boys so they are gone. As Babes gets done with clothes they will be out the door as well. Speaking of which I wish people would stop giving me the really cute but unpractical outfits as my baby will never wear them. Frills are hard to do the everyday stuff in thus I try and dress Babes in cotton onesies and footie outfits.

Ok, so now you know why I am absent now for some well needed sleep.