Ahem.

It has been brought to my attention that I need to blog more.

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Why? I don't know. I mean, how much of my craptacular starts and rip outs of projects do you really want to see? Not that many, trust me.

And really, not a lot of interesting things go on here in AJ land on an everyday basis. My blog would be a total snoozefest if I wrote about the daily mundane goings-on of my household.

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But just for you (and you know who you are - oops did that link sneak out??) I will blog today.

Here's my day so far.

6:30am. Wake up because hubby is rudely snoring in sleep next to me. Realize daylight is peeking through and figure I'll just get up.

6:45am. Older son stumbles out of his room. I tell him it's way too early for him to be awake and send him off, still half asleep, back to his room.

7:00am. Pick up hubby's sock and continue where I left off last night. Round eighteen million of the stockinette stitches on the foot.

7:15am. Younger son stumbles out of his room. On his way to the bathroom he decides he needs his beloved Buzz Lightyear. Stumbles back in his room and never comes back out. Apparently he can shut off the need to wee without actually using the loo.

7:45am. Hubby stumbles out of our room, sees me, smiles, uses the loo, comes over to me and asks me to come back to bed and talk to him. No, that's not some code for something else. He really wanted to talk. I swear.

The men in my life do a lot of stumbling. They're coordinationally challenged in the early morning hours.

9:00am. Both boys are trying to break down the door of our room asking us for trivial items we haven't seen in three years that they feel are absolutely necessary at this moment in time.

9:15am. Read some blogs and news. Remember a certain someone (who is still nameless, by the way) started to make noises at me resembling a small child in the grocery store when you tell them, "No! You can't have that candy bar!" when I told her I wasn't going to blog yesterday. (You know I love you.)

9:30am. Start typing this post.

9:40am. Look over to my left where I see my hubby, in the kitchen, dancing to the BeeGees "Stayin' Alive" and almost crack up.

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So there it is. In all its glory.

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Um, maybe I'm not in such a great mood today. I think I need to go back to bed.

For like, a week.