Sunday, Sunday

Seems like I feel introspective on Sundays.  This morning I am enjoying life.  I had a group of triplet Moms over last night for a potluck.  It was so nice to hear everyone talk about their lives and how similiar we all feel about raising multiples.  Of course no triplet get together would be complete without the laughing about the usual line of questions we get when we are out in public.

• Are they all yours?
• Are they natural?
• Did you have much help when they were babies?
• Did you breastfeed them all?  (Seriously you are going to ask a complete stranger about her breasts?)
• Do they all have the same Dad?
• Do they all have the same birthday?
• Do triplets run in your family?
• Your husband must be outnumbered with all those girls.
• I'd shoot myself if I had triplets.
• Are you going to try for any more?
• Are you going to try for a boy?

I've been doing this for 8 1/2 years.  The questions never change.  I was assured when the girls would get older that we wouldn't get the comments anymore.  No such luck.

I had a great time last night.  This morning I had brunch with Ali.  I haven't hardly seen her in months.  Our lives are just so damn busy all the time.  We are too busy putting everyone else first.  It's nice to put us first.

I spent all day yesterday cleaning the first floor of my apartment.  I definitely did not give birth to 3 organized young ladies.  This afternoon I took Petey on an hour long walk around the area complete with a stroll down Mellwood Ave.  Petey is kind of a baby and freaked when a car passed so I ended up carrying him a part of the way.  No problem as that just added to the workout.  We are doing the Biggest Loser at work and I intend to win a pot of money and a day off with pay.  GREAT incentive!

I hear my big brother is getting married again.  I've not had the chance to meet her so I'm going to see if they want to come over one night for dinner.  Should be interesting.  I'm glad to hear he is happy.  We don't see each other much.  In fact it's been since last February.  We are definitely not alike and the only thing we have in common is that we are family.  That's ok.  I've worked really hard building a family out of my friends.  I have an amazing village!

I need to tackle the ginormous pile of laundry that has built up again.  I hate doing laundry.

So far it's been a great start to 2012. 

Twilight

One of the joys (sarcasm intended) of having diagnosed OCD (I stress diagnosed because too many people claim to have OCD because they like to clean a lot) is the fact that I obsess over a lot of things. Lots of people obsess about things.  That's normal.  With OCD, I not only obsess I obsess with a compulsive edge.  

Here's an example.  Last year there was a cup at work that I like to drink from.  It was big enough to hold ice and a can of diet Dr. Pepper.  Oh let's be honest here.  It was diet Dr. K.  As in Kroger.  It's cheap.  But I digress.  Every morning I would race to the kitchen to make sure my cup was there.  If it wasn't clean or someone else had claimed it I just knew that my day would suck.  It became a compulsion to get that cup to keep from having my day suck.  Had this been before my diagnosis and meds, I would have cried about not having that damn cup.  I would have gotten up early to make sure I got it before anyone else.  I would have taken it home with me and kept it in my purse to ensure I would have it the next day.  If I had it then I knew my day would be perfect.  After many weeks I finally had to make the choice to get different cups every morning to break the cycle of the OCD.

I still obsess about things.  A lot of times I'll obsess over a person on FB and what that person is doing.  I'll call Ali or email Megan B. and point out things about the person I'm obsessing about.  Eventually I'll have to stop looking at that person's profile so I break the cycle. 

I'm thankful that after a short while I will recognize when my interest in something is actually becoming an obsession which leads to the damn compulsion.

Right now my obsession is Twilight.  Damn.  I can't believe I got hooked into either.  Now I can't stop watching the movies and reading the book.  I'm still on the first book and finally saw the first Twilight movie today all the way through.  I've seen the other 3 a bunch of times.   Right now I am not at the compulsion stage.  I can walk away from it to do something else and not feel like something awful will happen if I don't watch the movie or read the book. 

I've been thinking a lot about why it's my newest passion.  It's because at the very simplest level, it's a love story.  Forget the vampires and wolves and whether Bella and Edward's relationship is abusive.  Or the fact that they are 18 and loving this deeply.  Ok Edward is like 109 years old.  He still acts and looks like an 17 year old.  It's a romantic story where they love each other so much they will endure anything to stay together.  The scenes that get me the most are Edward's proposal to Bella in Eclipse and their wedding/honeymoon in Breaking Dawn.  The proposal is so romantic and old-fashioned that I swear I swoon everytime I see it.  And don't even get me started on that beautiful wedding!  

I write a lot about missing being in love.  I'll say that on FB and I get lots of responses about how I should be thankful I'm not married and dealing with the guy's mess, farts, neediness, or any other negative thing about being with a guy.  I miss love  and all the wonderful feelings that go with it.  I miss that all consuming passion for someone that I don't think I could live without. 

I guess I'll just keep watching Twilight and swoon over how yummy Edward is.

At least I don't have to deal with his farts.