Is it weird?

Is it weird that I was in bed before 8, asleep before 9, awake at midnight, and STILL awake at 3AM?

Is it weird that the only way I can fall back asleep on nights like this is to write an asinine blog post?

Is it weird that I am eating green olives straight out of the jar at 3am?

Is it weird that all I want, right now, is a pumpkin pie shake from McDonald's?

Is it weird that, right now, I could literally spread pumpkin on a piece of toast and eat it?

Is it weird that my FIVE year old told me at dinner "not to clear her place, because she wasn't done eating, but had to go and check her game on the computer." Then when I tell her to finish eating, she pouts and immediately decides she is done...so she can check her game on the computer?

Is it weird that this same FIVE year old told the babysitter we are naming her new brother "Popsicle"?

Is it weird that Brinley's teacher sent home a note asking for parents to donate a bag of mini-marshmallows...only now I can't find the note. So I am worried I am sending Brinley with a bag of marshmallows and I may have dreamed the entire "note".

Is it weird that I needed to scald some milk for a bread recipe at work and accidentally set the microwave for 40 minutes instead of 4....and did not notice until a student said, "umm, Mrs. Smith, there is smoke coming out of your microwave"?

Is it weird that I then tried to salvage the plastic measuring cup. I soaked it overnight and yesterday tried to scape off the gunk...only to realize that I had scrapped the entire top off of the melted plastic?

Is it weird that I spent 35 minutes of my prep class playing spider solitaire instead of correcting papers? (ok it was really closer to an hour)

Is it weird I almost tried to talk Emily into a "less-than-modest" halloween costume...only because it would have saved me the trouble of having to sew one...before the ward party on Friday?

Is it weird that there are no boy receiving blankets at Wal-mart and I woke up in a PANIC thinking I would have to wrap my son in PINK blankies?

Is it weird that I taped a picture of my ultra sound to the board at work and wrote "it's a boy" underneath. When a freshman boy (its always a freshman) exclaimed "your pregnant?!" his girl friend leaned over and whispered "that's why she is so bitchy" and instead of getting mad, I laughed hysterically and told her, "honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet"