I'm stealth blogging this morning.
My alarm went off at six and scared me. It shouldn't have, since I set it. But it's been so long since I've woken up to something other than Jr lifting up his legs and letting them CRASH! back down on the crib mattress, or Miss standing at the top of the stairs to our bedroom saying "I had a good, good sleep" and pooping her pants that it was startling.
Wednesday morning I realized that I needed to carve out some time for myself to drink my coffee, check Google Analytics, write a post, do some work for clients, check Google Analytics, browse BlogHer and the blogs I read regularly, and check Google Analytics. And do all of it before my surgically modified bionic eyeball that doesn't work starts hurting.
Thursday morning Miss and Jr decided to wake up twenty minutes after I did. So 6:30 wasn't going to work. I have too much Google Analytics checking work to do well in twenty minutes. So this morning, the alarm was set for six.
And here I am, at the computer. With the light off. I brought my clothes downstairs last night. I got the coffee ready to start last night. I'm trying to type quietly.
Shhhh. Stop reading so loud. I can hear thumping from Jr's room...
The Mrs is on maternity leave and hopes to extend it for...oh...forever. She blogs about bread, (mostly) bad kids books, grocery shopping, and things she thinks are funny.
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