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That’s the time. While it’s not unusual for me to be up so late, I’m a bit frustrated with myself. About two hours ago I was actually feeling quite sleepy, and I thought to myself, “Oh, I’ll just check in on CM and facebook and then head to bed.”

HA!

I should know better. It never fails that I will click on a link, which leads to another link, which leads to another, which leads to me stumbling across a blog that I read briefly about a year ago and now absolutely MUST catch up on as so much has happened since then.

And now I’m here.

Hi.

You’ll notice the new look. It figures that the one year I get the tree down promptly on New Year’s Day, I leave the blog Christmas theme up until mid-way through January. It’s fixed now.

Things have been going sort of well around here lately. By “sort of” I mean everything is generally dandy, but Asher has been behaving out of sorts (read: freaking the crap out at random), and it’s taken its toll on both of our stress levels. I find myself getting really angry – not AT Asher, but at this feeling of being at a complete loss as to how to make it better. In MomLand, we call that epic fail. Chad tends to think that Children’s Motrin is the answer. And in all fairness, sometimes it is. But sometimes it isn’t, and with as many meds as Asher takes on a regular basis, I hate giving him yet another one arbitrarily. It’s hard to argue that point when nothing is working, though.

But in general things are good. Asher is inching (millimetering?) closer to crawling every day. I was hoping he would be on the move by his 2nd birthday, but the pessimist in me is thinking we might have to push that goal back to the summer, maybe even fall. The optimist in me thinks it could happen “right on schedule” (our Asher-altered schedule, that is). The realist in me is laughing at both of them because she knows we’re all doing everything we can on our end, and it’s ultimately in God’s hands.

12:53. I’m trying to decide what book to read next, and if I should run myself a hot bath to read it in in hopes of re-attaining my sleepy state. The house is hovering at a barely-tolerable 68 degrees thanks to the Electric Bill From Hell, so the bath is sounding really nice at this point. I finished The Lovely Bones yesterday and need to decide between two $1 books I picked up at BAM the other day. One is about a cop in… Russia? Maybe in the future? I can’t even remember what the other one is about. Hey, they were only a buck. Give me a break.

12:59. Okay, I hunted down the books and it appears I blended their plots. One is about a man interviewing Holocaust survivors in Russia and ending up in an underbelly of sorts. The other is about a cop who ends up in the underbelly of his PD.

I’m going to read the one about the cop because it’s a signed copy, and… well… that just makes it a little cooler.