The Idiosyncrasies of Me.

Like normal, I had planned to do a post yesterday (the 12th) about me. However, I had so much fun basking in the awesomness that was my birth, that it was neglected. So, I will make it up to you now, with a belated, but well worth the wait post on the things that make me odd unique. But first, I have to ask a couple of questions that have nothing to do with this post.

1. Does anyone out there have a natural (or not so natural) remedy for coughing? I seriously did not fall asleep this morning until 6:30, because my abs decided they neeeded a little cough-crunch workout. Seriously, any advice that does NOT include alcoholic beverages would be appreciated. I'm a desperate woman! You saw the pictures yesterday, and if there's one thing I cannot do without, it's my beauty sleep. That could be scary!
2. What is it about mom's birthday/mother's day, that makes it the perfect time for the kids to act like little mutant people? I believe I have cracked the code! You see, every year, my kids ask me what I want for both of these occasions. I naively request one of two things. "Peace and quiet" or "for my kids to get along all day". Apparently children only speak in opposites. This is why for Mother's Day, I'm asking for nothing but noise, and fighting, all day long. I'll let you know how it turns out...

Now, onto the things about me, that I think are perfectly sane, but other people have pointed out to be odd.

1. I am super particular about the way my clothes are folded, and how my linen closets are organized. Seriously. Like, anal about it. My mother in law came to help out after one of the boys was born, and she insisted on helping with my laundry. My mom was there for a while, but who do you think I learned how to fold laundry from? Yeah, my mom is allowed to fold my laundry. Anyway, my MIL folded my clothes, and I burst into tears and had to leave the room. I couldn't watch. You could say it was hormonal, and it would probably make me look less crazy if I claimed that it was, but really, I think it would effect me the same way now, sans postpartum hormones. I'm just picky like that. Had to refold everything before I could put it away. It may be hidden in a drawer, but I would still know...
2. I am afraid of birds. Not just cautious...AFRAID. Even the little ones who are meant to be pets. I'm pretty sure, that every bird is really out to get me, and all I see when I look at one, is an evil little creature just waiting for the perfect opportunity to peck my eyes out. Overreacting? Possibly. But I did see "The Birds" when I was a kid (most likely against my parent's wishes) and it has muddied my impression of the fair fowl. Seriously. My kids even shoo ducks away from me at the park. They may have blunt beaks, but I'm sure they'd find a way...
3. I have to eat M&M's in order. This started when my older sister made an out of the blue comment one day about how she had heard that if you eat your green M&M's last, it would bring good luck. From there, I developed a very particular order (which makes perfect sense in my head) that they have to be eaten. For this reason, I can't eat them in the dark. If I can't see them, I might eat them out of order. What's the order? Well, it's brown, orange, yellow, blue, red, then green of course! I improvise for seasonal M&M's, but even Christmas M&M's get eaten all red, then all green. Awesome, right?!
4. I can't look in a mirror in the dark. If I have to walk by one, I put my hand up like a shade to guard my eyes. Why? Because when I was young, my Grandma told me that one day she would teach me how to look in a mirror (in the dark of course) and see all your past lives. It had to be done very specifically, apparently, and so I've always been afraid I would do it accidentally, and see something scary. While I'm an adult now, and know that I don't believe in that kind of thing, I am still afraid I will see an old indian man like my Grandma claimed she had seen before. There are some things you just can't UN see, you know what I mean?
5. I can't stand to have anything touch my feet immediately following a shower or bath. If I shower at night, I can't even stand to have my sheets touch my feet. For this reason, I will almost always wear socks to bed. But wait! Aren't socks touching your feet? Why, yes, they are! That's what makes it odd. As long as it's touching me uniformly (like a second skin) it's okay, but if it's not touching my feet equal amounts all over, it's like fingernails on a chalkboard. Ugh, gives me chills, just thinking about it!

I'm sure there are more, but I think I need to maintain some sort of illusion that I am a "normal" person, so I will leave it at that. Go ahead and judge them. I already know they are totally irrational, but they are things that definitely set me apart from average everyday people. Would't you say?

Just a reminder, that it is the 13th, so guess what happens in 2 days...

QUINCE QUOTE! Be looking for it...