I am...

So way back yonder in 2008 I posted an "I am" list that I saw as a meme on another blog. The original source is lost to me, but I thought I would share my original list and a new and improved one. 

The italics are my replies from November 2008. What a difference 3-1/2 years makes!

I am: Wondering   Tired. Stressed. On-the-go.
I think:It is time to make dinner.    It is a beautiful day to head outside.
I know: The girls won't pick up the mess outside.   the mess in the house will wait for me.
I want: A yard.    Peace. Joy. To relax.
I hate: Going, going, going.   The day-to-day minutiae that bring stress into my life.
I miss: Summer.   My pre-mom friends.
I fear: Becoming a bore.   Missing my children's childhood.
I feel: Like blaring music.   Like dancing.
I hear: Thing 2 singing, Thing 3 bounding down the stairs and Thing 1 splashing in the water.   Thing 2 counting, Thing 1 getting her water from the table and Thing 3 is ominously quiet.
I smell: A dirty hamster cage.   That someone needs a diaper.
I crave: Movement.   Caffeine
I search for: An end to the funk.   New art and crafts projects for the girls and I.
I regret: Not having a close friend.   Missing the first couple months of the girls' life.
I love: My family.   My family.
I ache: From getting my eyebrows waxed.   From bad posture. Mom was right: sit up straight!
I care: What my children think of their childhood.   About the future and what we will leave the next generation.
I always: Try not to wait too long.   Put off today what I can do tomorrow.
I am not: Bored.   Ready.
I believe: I hit the jackpot when I married Aba.   in the goodness of humankind.
I sing: very, very badly, still.    Very, very badly.
I cry: When my babies are sad.   At sappy movies.
I fight: When I am tired.   When I am stressed.
I win: Every day.   When I look in my girls' eyes.
I lose: My keys. Every single day. Many times a day.   Everything. Well...almost. Or at least it seems that way.
I never: Knew I would be happy so simply. Saw where life was leading.
I listen: To doors slamming and feet running and children singing made-up songs at the top of their lungs. To laughter.
I can usually be found: In the kitchen. Running about.
I am scared: Finding a dead hamster again. Of failing.
I need: A Sharpie. Why can I never find them around the house? To find myself.
I am happy about: How we are raising our children. Where I am. What I have.
I hope: My children never lose that sparkle in their eyes. For the future.