11:45

It is late, I have a busy day tomorrow. But I can not sleep. I was laying in bed wide awake, thinking. All kinds of blog topics bounced around in my head. So I got up, came to the computer and I am removing them so maybe I can sleep.

When I first started this blog, my main topic was sleep. You see Hannah was around the 1/2 year mark and sleep was becoming very difficult for us. Not much has changed. I can still gauge my days based on sleep. Caroline isn't the problem. In the morning it becomes real clear real quick if the kids have had enough sleep. Today Hannah cried about everything. James had a couple of melt downs as well. So bedtime was a priority tonight. I got them to bed only to have James come out of his room several times. It makes me freak out. Because I know how tired he is, why doesn't he?

November is coming up. It is National blog month. Last year I actually managed a post for every day in the month. I actually like the idea. It refreshes your brain on the blogging point. It gets you going again. It happens to everyone, you go strong then taper. I usually taper because I am in the trenches. As I like to call it. It's when we are so busy we don't have time for anything, but everything we are doing is boring and the same old stuff. Boring and Busy, who wants to read about that? So I don't post.

I do read many blogs. When I have time. There are so many styles out there. My favorites are funny, the ones where the authors don't take themselves to seriously. They usually post very often and the stories are not usually to long. Quick humor. This is what I aspire for.

This brings me back to why do I blog? It's my life with my monkeys. I hope that in the future I can look back and remember what it was like. Good and bad. A quick note in cyber space to save a memory. If I quit posting and don't write down the memories I am cheating myself? I don't know if anyone really even reads this but my mom. But I do it for me. That is what is important. Complete with bad grammar and comma splices.

I was thinking about a friend today and how much crazier I am than her. Her oldest is 5 months older than my oldest and her youngest is 5 months younger than my middle one. I used to say youngest. My oldest is about to turn 5 and I have 3 kids. No wonder I am tired. But not enough to sleep, tonight.