I am on lucky B. - and other thoughts of the day

In spite of crazy people, I must admit without any modesty that I am so darn lucky for the friends I have. I spent about one hour and a half on Skype yesterday chatting away with a very good and close friend of mine. She is part of that group that I so friendly call the bastards because she disappears for months, not replying to emails, skype attempts or anything else. Then, all of a sudden, she comes into my life and we talk our troubles and happiness away as if she had been in my life all along. And I am specially happy for the happiness she finds herself currently in. For the record, I may be a bitch sometimes, but I am a lucky one, that's for sure.

And I just cannot wait for the end of the year to arrive. I know December is practically knocking on my door, but this anticipation for things to finally come true really makes days feel as if they were longer. I know I have been busy to my bones, but it is still so easy to drift my mind away and think of my holidays, my family and my friends. Just so easy. Actually, I don't think it ever leaves my mind.

Maybe for that reason I have not been sleeping super well. I know that the current cold I have wakes me up at night, but I think it is in fact this anticipation and anxiety for the days to come that has been driving me bananas and stealing my precious sleeping hours. And, last but not least, sleeping alone has advantages, but when I am in one of these moods of waking up through the night I really wished hubby were here. Habbits are a trap, when you least expect you find yourself missing them in a very harsh way.

Not that it is any part of the subject, but indeed worth mentioning, my son has started talking, and of course, it is in French. It has been a while since he's started saying his little words, but it is only now that I start understanding. Oh, gimme a break, French is not even a second language to me and French child talk is about fifth! Poor thing, I don't know how he will sort all these languages out in his little head, but I guess he is more intelligent than his mother. That he is more intelligent than his father is certainly a fact! :o)

PS> I don't know if it is true, but I've heard more than once (and not only through my mother) that it is the mother who transmits the intelligence genes. So, if he ever ends up winning a Nobel Prize, I already claim part of it to be mine.