"Blog!" They said.

And so I did.
The End.

HAHAHA! You all know me better than that. I'd never pass up an opportunity to use ten words even when five will do.  :)
So here it is. My lil' blog. Just remember, you all asked for it!

The name of this blog refers to one of my favorite books. It's by a woman named Pearl Cleage. I read it several years ago, and it's message has never left me. My favorite line of the book says, "What looks like crazy on an ordinary day, looks a lot like love if you catch it in the moonlight." I get it. Or it gets me. It's all about perspective. We've got a lot of crazy here....and a lot of love too. And sometimes, it's really, really hard to tell them apart.

     So....shall I tell you the story of how John punched me in the face at 7am this morning?
     I started a new job last Wednesday. Monday through Friday I am up by 6am to get the kids ready for school, but because of the utter lack of bathrooms in my house, I had to get up at 5am on Wednesday and Friday. My brain has decided to take all of this early waking as an indication that I will no longer be sleeping in, and therefore I found myself wandering the house at 5am this morning. Fun right? Just what a girl wants to be doing on the one day of the week she can sleep in! I forced myself to crawl back into bed and dozed.
     Zoe's room is upstairs now, on the second level of the house, and because the older kids are at their mother's this weekend, she was sleeping in my bed with John and I. I'm hoping she conquers her fear of being alone on a different level of the house sometime before she goes to college, but that's a whole other blog entry.
     So there we were, the three of us. Make no mistake, the king size bed matters very little to us. So when I say to you that I 'dozed', what I really mean is I dozed off between elbows to the throat and knees in the stomach. At some point, I must have been at a strange angle, because I started saying 'Ouch! Ouch!' in my sleep. This woke up John, who thought I was having a nightmare, and attempted to wake me. All at once, he went to put a comforting arm around me, and I sat up, right into the side of his knuckles. Then I cried, because I don't care how tough you are, when you take a set of knuckles to the nose at 7am, you WILL cry. My crying woke Zoe, who put an arm around me and said, "Don't worry, Mommy, I am here. Does your nose hurt as bad as your arm did last night when I jumped on it? You will be ok. It's ok if your nose bleeds. It will stop."
     So there you go. Good Saturday morning to me. Sleeping is a competitive sport in our house, and I lost. Little Miss "Sleeps Horizontally and May Be Having a Ninja Dream" decided to have some Reese's Puffs and chocolate milk and that is how our day got started.
     This is not the first time we have had a Mixed Martial Arts fight while slumbering in my house. Once John dropped and elbow on me and I returned it with a punch to his face....in the same night of sleep. We don't mess around. You wanna steal those covers from me?? You'd better be packin' something more than a midnight snack. That pillow over there? That's my pillow, and I WILL defend it to the death. As soon as there's an Olympic Sleep Fighting Team, the Abramo's are going to make their first million in endorsements from Serta and Everlast.
    
     There you go, folks. My first blog entry. I should tell you that while I love to write....sharing is a lot more difficult for me. Go easy on me. I'm off to stretch and carb up....it's bedtime.