I could get used to sitting here on the sofa blogging. It feels a little more like a 'real' journal, although I'm still aware of the public nature of an online blog. I'm out of practice with real journaling. I talk to people a lot more than I used to. I'm not sure I like the transient nature of a conversation as much as the physical record of a journal, except for one thing: while I like going back over my thoughts and conversations, they can be used against me. By nature my blogs are brain dumps and my journals are raw emotions, unprocessed, uncensored, untempered by time or good sense. I realize that and find it amusing later on, but not everyone does.

In other news, I have a ringing in my left ear that happens every time my kids talk. I swear I am not making this up. Last night it was doing it every time I would talk or hear any noise. Today is seems attuned to my kids' particular frequency. It's very annoying. As if hearing them whine wasn't annoying enough...

Liam is asleep at the moment. He woke up at 6 and I put him back to bed at 7 after he'd spent most of that hour crying. I'm not sure why he didn't just go back to sleep at 6 when I gave him a bottle and rocked him, but he didn't. And so Lorelei got woken up by his tantrums and then neither of them would let me lay on the sofa, so I feel like I've been up for a long time.

I saw robins in the backyard this morning and heard birds singing outside the bathroom window this morning. It gives me hope that there will actually be warm, sunny days ahead. I can't wait to be able to have bare feet and not freeze. (Actually, I freeze even when I do wear socks these days, so it will be nice just to be warm without layer upon layer of clothes and blankets. At night I sleep with a heating pad under me just so I'm not cold.)

I dyed my hair last night. 'Deep chocolate brown' I like it. The actual color didn't change all that much, but it looks richer and shinier. Hopefully it will last for a little while. I really hate my hair cut with a passion, though, so my hair can only look 1/2 decent. I messed with it for a while last night and there's no getting around it: I look like a soccer mom and I hate it! I can't wait for it to grow out again! I've decided that I'm going to let it get at least a little past shoulder length before I get it even trimmed again. At that point my nasty little bangs should be just long enough to tuck behind my ears.

Lorelei is a cranky butt today. She's usually a pretty whiny kid, but lately it's been over the top. She just doesn't seem to get the concept of asking nicely for something. No matter how many times I tell her, her first mode of communication is to whine.

Ug. Off to do misc things. Maybe. If I can get my butt off the sofa.