*Last night I put in some ear-buds and watched a totally awesome 80's movie on Youtube. That 80's movie that is so bad it's good. The movie part isn't the issue here, the ear-buds are. I love those little buggers. Putting them in implies that I need a moment. My children walk into the room and solemnly walk out, 'Mom has those things in her ear she needs her space.' I can't hear anything except Billy Idol's 'Rebel Yell' and Helen Slater trying to fake a southern accent.
I put in ear-buds and all the little squabbles and life's problems fade away. I give myself permission to relax. I take the responsibly and hand it off to my husband. It's amazing what happens when you put two pieces of plastic in you ear and tune out the world.
*There are some songs I can listen to over and over and never get sick off.
Like this one.
and this one.
and this one.
*After watching that totally awesome 80's movie I had this song stuck in my head , I started singing it and I told my husband that I'd be singing it all night. He informed me he hated that song and I got all excited because I could annoy him by singing it over and over again. After awhile he was all like "Oh that song, I thought you were singing another song. I like that one.' The song lost all it's appeal then.
This is the awkward moment I realized that our relationship was less husband and wife and more brother and sister. Is this normal?
* I like this song.