* I have been known to fall asleep anywhere, anytime. When I was a kid I was the one with my head against the table in the middle of a live band performance, soundly asleep. Apparently, my son is the same. R was asleep in his stroller (on his belly- not sure how he managed that) in the middle of a large Palm Sunday lunch.
* When I park in the city I set my phone to 9-1-1 before walking alone anywhere, just in case I need to dial emergency.
* If I see a lot of numbers in one place (like license plates while in the car or flight numbers while at the airport), I have to add up all the digits I see until they equal a 3, 6, or 9.
* Sometimes I dream in Italian.
* Sometimes I forget English words and can only think of them in Italian. This annoys my husband to no end who thinks I’m just trying to show off. I’m not.
* I’m better at organizing my physical life over my virtual one. My desktop is covered in .jpegs and I have no system for saving my documents.
* I wear the same PJs for a few days and store them behind my pillow. I don’t know if this is weird, cool, or completely normal.
* Noise bothers me. I like watching a few shows on TV now and again, but I constantly have to ask Trig to turn the TV down. Meanwhile, I talk too loud (and too much probably) and don’t even realize it.
* I can’t pronounce my husband’s name properly. I’m embarrassed to say it in front of his family or Armenian friends.
* I always check behind the shower curtain before I use the restroom. Similarly, if I’m in a new space I open all of the closets before going to bed, just to be sure no serial killer is hiding behind there.
PS- Check out my latest Babycenter post on separation anxiety… for mom.