Pillow Talk = Sleep Deprivation

Patrick and I went to bed at 10:30 last night. We didn't get to sleep until almost 4 am though. It's not what you're thinking (well, mostly anyways). We lay awake in the dark just talking for hours. I guess when you're busy with 3 kids, you get a date in whenever you can. The lack of sleep is killing me this morning though. I am super tired after 8 hours a night, so 3 just doesn't cut it. I'll probably be napping at my desk by noon. I've already passed out paychecks though, so no one should be bugging me for awhile......besides the phone, I hate the phone.
Wow, I'm kind of rambly today, maybe Patrick and I should save our "dates" for the weekend.....it was well worth it though.

Last night was also Back to School Night. Patrick and I both went while the kiddos stayed with Grandma. Back to School Night is not the one where the kids get to come....much to Cali's dismay. That's the one where you manuever through a zillion kids and their 2 zillion parents/siblings/aunts/uncles/grandparents to get a peek at their self portraits, creatively spelled journals and the blade of grass, I mean Plant, that they grew in a paper cup. That's Open House. Don't feel bad, even the kids get them mixed up.
Back to School night is a much more serious affair, adults only (yay!). We all get to squeeze our grown up tooshies into 1st grade chairs and find out what our kids do all day. I personally find it fascinating. I planned to be a teacher once upon a time and love checking it all out. Patrick, however experienced a little ADD and went through Emily's desk instead of listening to the teacher.

Sisterhood

Last night I went to dinner and a movie with a friend/coworker. It was kind of spur of the moment (minus the 15 minutes I had to spend on the phone getting "permission" from my husband and arranging a ride home for all the kiddos), but as I was sitting at Applebees sipping coffee and chatting up girl stuff, I realized how seldom I go out with friends.....alone. Husbands and children have a way of taking over our lives.
The movie we went to just reaffirmed the importance of hanging with the girls. You guessed it, we saw Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2. Which no self respecting man would be caught dead buying a ticket for. At least none in my aquaintance. The comments I've heard from the opposite sex, sound something like "that's that lame movie about pants or something?" Good guess!
The title does have a certain "chick flick" feel to it.

Sisterhood = chick bonding
Pants = bonding over clothes!! Ahh!

If I were a man, I'd probably call it lame without even seeing it also, but since I'm of the "chick" variety, I loved it, and cried multiple times.

An Intro

Brandi with an i, that's me. Whenever I'm asked my name...if someone is waiting with pen in hand, or poised over a keyboard, that's my answer. "Brandi (slight pause while you're writing/typing the first few letters) with an "I". Inevitably, it will be spelt with a "y" by 80% of everyone, but I try.

Since this is an intro, I'll give some basics. I'm 27, red hair, green eyes. Sound irish? I am. At least partly.Thankfully I was blessed with skin that actually holds some color, not the transluscent kind that usually accompanies the carrot top. Living in California I'm required to sport some kind of tan.

I'm married to Patrick, also 27, also irish (at least partly), minus the red hair. His is a beautiful almost black color. Don't tell him I said anything on him is beautiful. That's against his nature.

Now that you can kind of picture us, a happily married, young couple, now imagine 3 smaller people swarming around, that completes the family (except the goldfish, we don't count him).

Emily is 9, and like Mary Poppins is "Practically Perfect in Every Way". I can say that because she's mine, but whenever anyone else says so, I roll my eyes so far back I can see the rest of my thoughts rolling their eyes.

Damien is 6, and almost as tall as Emily. Many a person has asked if they're twins. Both have blond hair, green eyes and beautiful california tans, although Emily was blessed with my incredible forehead......we can talk about that later.

The youngest, Caliana, joined our family just 2 years ago, but she has swiftly made up for lost time, ruthlessly climbing the social ladder to head of the family. We've contested it, but she's a tough boss. Despite her domineering personality, she's a charming little monkey.

Well, that's me, or us....for anyone who has kids and a husband, you know that "me" is the same as "us"