I Have No Life.
Mood:  happy
It's true: I have no life. I read a number of other blogs to keep up on my Internet friends, and they are full of we did this or we went there or we had this party. But me? Unless Sam says something clever or Matt does something dastardly, I've got no material. Unless this counts:

I woke up. I dressed myself. I dressed the kids. I dropped the kids off at day care. I went to work. I worked all day. I left work. I picked up the kids at day care. I brought the kids home. I played with the kids. Ben came home. We cooked dinner. We fed ourselves and the kids. We cleaned up after dinner. We watched TV and played with the kids. We put ourselves and the kids to bed.

Repeat. And repeat and repeat and repeat! Not very interesting, is it?

I'm not complaining, mind you. Those kids, as you may have surmised, are the absolute centerpiece of our lives. But as you see, my life is mostly devoid of drama, and what drama exists is not fun drama. Doesn't make for good television, as they say.

But it's Friday, and the weekend looms ahead. This weekend, we will have to try to have some sort of adventure. So far, the biggest adventure I've had this week was breastfeeding a plastic crab at Sam's insistence. I think we can do a little better than that.