Nite Nite...

Well, this is not good... It is 1:30 in the morning and I am wide awake.   I'm not sure why this  happens to me so often now.  Probably all the coffee I drank today...  You would think I would learn at some point... 

It was a busy day of appointments and meetings and errands.  There just doesn't seem to be enough time to get it all done.  My mind was pretty occupied all day, so that is good.  Times like this though are when I start to think.  Thinking too much is not good for me.  So, in an attempt not to think too much, I started to clean.  And when I say clean, I mean sort..  The playroom to be exact.  That is no small feat.  And why do I even care if things in the playroom are sorted properly?  Why can't I just be satisfied that the kids have thrown things into bins and they are off the floor?  Why does it bother me so much to see Barbie clothes in the car box?  I can easily overlook the millions of stacks of papers in my "office" and the HUGE pile of laundry that is on my bed... But I can't even deal with the Polly Pockets mixed with the Littlest Pet Shoppe figures...  WTF?  Sometimes I really do make myself wonder.

So, I spent a couple of hours sorting small toys.  During my sick OCD sorting, I did discover one thing.  The 30 year old Strawberry Shortcake people from my childhood still have a smell...  Wow.  They must have some very strong, and, no doubt, harmful chemicals infused in the plastic...  Hahaha!  I must be insane, I actually sniffed the toys! 

At dinner tonight, I told D that on May 15, it will be three years since he came to America from Russia.  He looked over and very worriedly asked "Do I have to go back now?"  I didn't know whether to laugh or cry...  Poor little guy.  I quickly assured him that he would never have to go back to the orphanage.  I never expected such a question from him...  Aw...  That makes me sad that he would feel the need to worry about that.  Then he proceeded to tell the girls how every day in the orphanage they ate rice.   What?  I am sure he was making that up.  Had he said soup, I would have believed him.  Or yogurt even.. But not rice. 

Then we got onto a discussion about how good the hotel breakfast selection in Russia was.  That is the biggest thing my kids remember about Russia... The hotel food!  They are right though, that was the best breakfast food I think I have ever eaten.  Possibly because the rest of our meals consisted mainly of cheese, bread and kippered herring.  We were on a tight budget, and I couldn't read the labels of items at the store...  The grocery near the hotel was sort of like a deli--- you had to wait in line and order from women behind the counter.  The women actually used abacuses to figure up the prices!  Since I could speak very little Russian and could not read the language at all, I just stuck with things that I knew... Hence bread, cheese, and kippered herring.  Also wine and milk...  At least they had wine with labels in languages I could understand..

Okay, now it is 2 am, and this is getting ridiculous!  I have got to go to bed and get some sleep.  I have to be at work at 8 in the morning.... Nite nite...