I just had to google the word "temperament" because I didn't believe it had an A in it.
Sometimes it is kinda nice to find out you don't know something you thought you knew. It's a refreshing perspective; the promise of other things you've had all wrong. Lightbulb things, maybe even, that could be out there, things that would make your blankets smooth out like a pond and the back of your arms warm up and your whole universe make more sense.
You are wrong a lot.
Wrong about things you might not fully understand and (worse) things that you are completely smug about.
And by "you" I mean me.
And by "you" I also mean you.
But I mostly mean me.
(The title. If you know the album version please know that I am singing the back-up "Iiiii doo-oo-oon't blame you" and the "theeey ne-e-ver owned it" along with this YouTube one and I think you should try it too, it's fun.)
Also! THIS IS IMPORTANT! I feel like kind of a jerk for all of the "look my house is clean and organized!" stuff recently. Please know that it is a struggle for me, which I have blogged about before, here and here and here and here. Oh, that last one is a good one -- if you want to see my MESSY house, the other side of the coin, the other 50% of my reality, READ IT. Actually read them all, because looking at the photos in that post now? Now that I have three kids and not two and the older two are tornadoes? Those photos are like any random Tuesday morning. Things get so much worse than that now, and it happens in one day. We can go from sparkling and organized to insane in about two hours, and it takes about four to six hours to get it back to square one. It is a non-stop battle between me and my house, my cave, my perception of reality.