an ode to being spacey

I should have known better.
I never remember the things that matter.
I wish I could take it back.
I have somehow loss all grammar and spelling skills.
I don't understand why you never get it.
I really want a diet coke.
I really want to eat something with all kinds of sugar and tasty goodness.
I am not really sure why Glee makes me smile.
I find it comical that nights when everyone is asleep but me, all I hear is thoughts racing thru my head rather than silence.
I don't know if many people can handle me.
I don't think I can handle many people.
I wonder if I am anti~social, but not on purpose, by accident.
Is anything really an accident?
Where are my keys? Why can't I ever find my phone ?
Do I even want it?
Did someone see my diet coke? Oh wait, there isn't any... none at all... so tempted to drive to the Thortons just for a sip. I feel like a ,you know, I am funky not a junky but I know to get it bit...
I was driving yesterday morning with the twins in the car, listening to old Grateful Dead tunes.. and totally forgot where we were going, but it was awesome, because the three of us were singing our hearts out... to " cold rain and snow" and you know when Jerry just belts out his chorus, the boys do to and it gives me chills.
That's just me getting caught up in the joys of being a Mom, with kids that love music.. thank you powers that be for that one.
Then today when  I was putting away laundry, the boys got very, very quiet, I knew at that moment something was brewing... and what did I discover??
Two adorable blondes, covered in Orange paint.
All this while I am humming along in the closet putting away laundry, that I forgot I had even washed on SUnday...
ODE TO SPACE...
bring back my phone, my keys, my senses... If you stumble upon a DC drop it on my door step.
For now.. this space cadet is hitting the sheets.. yes