It's a late night with K, now.

Well, now it's a late night with my older daughter, we'll call her K.  K is 5.  Boo is my younger daughter.  I also have a son, my oldest, R, who is 7.  He's sleeping, as is Boo, so they're not a problem.  K is.

She woke me up with more of the moaning she's been doing for the past few nights.  Last night, she moaned for awhile, then stopped.  Tonight, there's movement at the foot of my bed and I sit up to see her standing there.  Doh!  I ask her what's wrong and get more moans before she claims she had a bad dream.  Great.  I'm tired.  It's 5 am.  There isn't enough room with DH and Boo for K, so I go to her bed to cuddle her.  More moans.  I ask her about her bad dream and get more moans and no answer.  Gah!  Then she says she has an ouchie and puts her hand in her mouth.  I try to get her to show me and she shifts her hand around.  I still can't see anything.  I offer her motrin in a medicine spoon.  She stares at it.  I tell her to use it as a spoon and she stares at it some more before finally taking it.  Then she moans some more.  I try to have her show me her ouchie again and she once again crams her hand in her mouth. 

Gah!  Now I'm getting really frustrated so I tell her I can't see it when her hand is in her mouth, so she shifts her hand around again.  After a few minutes I get her hand out of her mouth and see she's trying to show me her frenulum (that little stringy part that connects your tongue to the bottom of your mouth).  It looks fine, it's normal colored.   I tell her that and get yet more moans.  I tell her we should try to get back to sleep, and we go lay down.  More moans.  <sigh>  DH wakes up now, since I'm getting louder trying to get K to answer me and am getting frustrated. 

There's no way I'm going back to sleep now.

DH sets her up with a PBS documentary that keeps cutting out since our non-cable doesn't work well at all, even though it comes over the stupid Cox cable.  Stupid non-Cox non-cable.  Our internet sucks, too.  Netflix is always buffering.

So, now, after laying there fuming and getting more frustrated, I'm up and not going back to bed.  It's almost 6.  I hate this.  K might be going back to bed, but we were going to get up at 7 on Saturday anyway (R has jui jitsu at 9) so I'm not going to bother any more.  My day isn't going to go well.

How do they do it?

So, I've realized that no one will ever find this blog interesting, so I may as well do whatever I want to on this. 

After taking my kids to their first Jiu Jitsu lesson today (I'm planning on having them continue past the 1 week trial) I realized something that, admittedly, I've realized before:  I'm a total incompetent when it comes to interacting with other people.  This is not something that I would ever admit to certain people IRL, but it is, nonetheless, absolutely true.  I don't know how other people do it.  I try and I feel like I'm flailing around in the dark, trying to plug a vga cable into a dvi port, or worse, a usb port. 

Yep, meet my geekiness.  I use computer analogies. 

The problem now, though, is that I seem to be passing it along to my kids.  I try to get them into situations where they'll have to interact with other kids, both their ages and older, and with adults, but they seem to be having the same trouble I've had.  They don't know how to react, or what to say.  It reminds me of Kindergarten, when I would lurk around the door watching the other kids play, but not knowing how to go play with them without them being mean to me. 

I'm starting to think I'm just built differently from most other people.  And by differently, I mean worse.  Other people can strike up a conversation with complete strangers and have it go well.  Other people have more than family members for friends.  Me?  Well, see the previous sentences and go the opposite way.  I'm horrible in social situations and have always been so.  The only time I can talk with people is when I've known them for years.  Oh, and I can talk to people in a professional capacity, if I know everything I'm talking about.

So, how do they do it?  What am I missing?  And how do I fix myself so that I can manage things like other people do?

Yep, blogs are stupid

You can't say anything you don't want someone to see, cause they will.  You can't say anything really bad, no matter what you're feeling, cause someone will take it the wrong way.  So you're stuck saying stupid innocuous stuff that doesn't really mean anything.

lalala this is a blog

Well, didn't get the title I really wanted, but this works instead.  Boo, go to sleep!!!!!

I should say something witty and cool, but I can't think of anything.