Hi, my name is Brenda Graff.  I am one of the Editors/Writers for Food For Soul Magazine.  I am fairly new to this blog thing, well sort of. I've been writing most of my life, which is a form of blogging just in different formats.  I knew I would have to jump on the bandwagon of bloggers if I were to ever get my magazine out there.  Plus Hubby will hear one of my stories of the day while cracking up and immediately say, "You have got to get a blog going".  Personally, I see my day to day routines and interruptions as normal living...sometimes overly frustrating at times, but normal.  However, others who know me, beg to differ.  There is just something about the Graff household.  It would be almost impossible to become bored in our atmosphere.  There is always an adventure, or drama going on.  Being a mother of six ages 29-11, and homeschooling the youngest keeps me busy.  I have two grandchildren ages 5 & 7.  Good sleep is not always an option around the tiny home front with no hallways to really separate our space.  We have one bathroom...I know...I know..I can hear the "Whats?", crazy I know!  We fell in love with the house because it backed into a farm and had this whole ranch style look thing going, kind of like a tiny cabin.  It was very private, and had plenty of room for our dogs to run, and the children to play.  Yet, in retrospect...kind of wished we had chosen a two bathroom place.  My youngest daughter is always making comments like, "Why is it every time I'm in the shower, we have to have a family reunion in the bathroom?"  My answer, "Well, dear...we can't hold it for the 45 minutes it takes for you to complete your bathing process". Is she digging a well for water? We truly have to be mindful of bathroom time.  Which is why I occasionally have to remove reading material on days that I know we have to be somewhere, otherwise we would arrive at family celebrations in our pajamas, bedhead hair, and un-brushed teeth!  Chaos of the day started for me bright an early this morning before the roosters crowed...ugh!  My husband has been working for the past 4 weeks at 12 hours a day with only one day off. His schedule greatly affects mine as well, so our nights have been much longer then usual trying to squeeze in some conversation of our day, and morning still comes the same time to race up out of bed and get 'er done!  Well, last night he said that he didn't have to be at work till 10am the next day.  Excited, he said...we'll have time to snuggle and sleep in together.  I hesitated on the glad tidings.  In reality it meant he gets to sleep in.  I still have to get my daughter up at 5:30 a.m. for her school, 6:30 a.m. take to bus, 6:40 a.m. let dogs out, 6:50 feed the cats and let dogs back in, 7 a.m. think about crawling back into bed before our 4 finches start their ritual chirping for an hour..sleep in..are you crazy?  Okay, I thought don't be too pessimistic over it.  I went to bed late, woke up at 4 a.m. to the roaring snores of Hubby in my face, 4:15 a.m. convinced Hubby to roll over PLEASE!  Fell back to sleep at 4:30 a.m. abruptly woke up by alarm at 5:30 a.m. and went through the routine of school, bus, let pets in and out through the ever revolving door, feed pets, birds stayed fairly quiet...I snuck back into bed exasperated trying to quickly get snuggled when our dog with itching allergy came and planted herself by our bed so we could hear the obnoxious scratching of it all.  Poor pooch, she's on allergy med, skin conditioner, and well has scratched much of her hair off!  None the less, her collar with tag kept clinking with every brush of her paw...scratching....scratching...scratching!  UGH!  Hubby finally arose up and led her out of the bedroom shutting door behind him.  We get comfortable back into bed. I swear it wasn't but another 15 minutes before Hubby's phone rang from some employee who didn't realize it was a be at work later in morning kind of work day...UGH!  I am becoming exasperated at this point.  I lay there once again trying to decide do I dare close my eyes?..do I dare fall into REM sleep? I had to...I was tired, after all it had been such a busy month and this was the first time Hubby and I would get to sleep in together.  Well, no such luck!  Hubby's boss calls within minutes...errr!!!!  After Hubby gets off phone with much apologies...he crawls back into bed so we can at least hug for awhile...we actually did fall back to sleep for oh...maybe 30 minutes together.  I was thankful!  Yet, am so groggy now.  I've been trying to work on articles and templates for the November issue of "Food For Soul", but got sidetracked with walking dogs to park and digging through paperwork to find itchy-pooch shot records for her surgery this week to get fixed...still haven't found the papers...err!  I need 48 hours in a day.  12 just isn't enough it seems.  Oh, look at the time I have to go get my daughter from school.  Here's the magazine link for now. Tune in tomorrow for more Graffiti in the Graff house.  http://issuu.com/brendagraff