Of mice and of men.... well actually, forget the mice.

So here I am on a Friday night, babysitting till 3a.m. The kids are in bed of course, so I have nothing but time to kill. I could fall asleep, but then I'll be groggy on the way home. I could watch a movie, but I'm completely bored with that idea. (True story.) I'm not complaining. I need the money for groceries this week, and the kids weren't difficult tonight. Getting paid for sitting on someone else's couch is not exactly a hardship.

I'm just blathering because I have nothing better to do.

I was texting about half a dozen people, but then they started dropping like flies and going to bed. Silly people. Who needs sleep anyway?

It has been raining on and off all day today. The baby woke up about an hour ago and I had to try to get her back to sleep. There's something very calming about settling into a couch with a one-year-old snuggled up with you, just listening to the rain outside. That was the peaceful moment I needed for the day.

Then true to form for me, I went and I got all riled up again over nothing. I've always said that all thoroughbreds are high-strung, but I'm starting to realize I take it to extremes at times. I have a brain that never shuts off (ever), an overactive imagination, and a lot of dumb ideas about how people should behave. Namely, I expect people to behave like me, and no one ever does. Human behavior is a complete enigma to me most of the time. I should have taken psychology in college. Then possibly it would make more sense to me.