I think I need a coffee drip

You wanna know something funny?

Someone recently asked why I haven't posted any "crazy life with kids" stories lately. She said, "I mean, things can't have become less crazy, right?"

Oh yeah. Remember those stories?

Like the time Troy locked me out of the house when he was 18 months old and I was nine months pregnant? Or the day the dogs tracked mud all over my white carpet and Troy lapped up water from their water dish? Or the first time I went to the store with after Merritt was born?

Ha. No. Things certainly aren't less crazy than they used to be back when, you know, I only had ONE CHILD and my husband wasn't halfway around the world.

The fact of the matter is that I just don't think much of the wild times anymore.

They're normal now.

Par for the course.

Every day is a bit crazy now.

Take, for example, last night.

I didn't get to sleep until 4am, because Troy was sick and feverish, and he woke up just as I was about to go to bed. For a while, both boys were awake. So we ended up down stairs, with pillows and blankets, watching Cinderella (or, "princess movie", as it's known around here) and trying to get to sleep. Not exactly as post-worthy as I used to think. It was crazy, but it was kinda fun, too. It's not every day I get to snuggle with my babies for hours at a time.

And, hey, I got my new bloggie look set up while Troy clicked away on his little V-Tech laptop. What fun is an all-nighter without a bit of bloggin' thrown in?

I'm tired as could be today, of course, being that Merritt wasn't up quite as much as Troy and I, and thus still wanted to wake up while it was yet morning. But it's nothing a little coffee can't take care of.

What an interesting thing it is the way perspectives change, wouldn't you say? Ask me in ten years and after a few more kiddos and I'll be telling you sleep and sanity are completely overrated.

Until then, I'm just going to go pour myself another cup of coffee.