It has been a long time since I have written on my beloved blog, started after a long night of giggling with a best friend. The name comes from the moment we looked at the clock and realized sometimes the best ideas come at 4:42am. Of course, if you’re up are like me and have four kids and two dogs, sometimes, the worst nightmares also happen at 4:42am. Someone is bound to puke something red based (ketchup, spaghetti sauce, etc) on the floor in the hallway so you can step in it on your way to find out which kid is puking….that happens at 4:42am. Some turkey sets the alarm clock next to your bed for 4:42am. The dogs hear a leaf blowing through the yard and and start barking as though a SWAT team was needed to control this leaf. Happens at 4:42am. Instead of waking up and wondering, like you did in your 20’s, “who is this and where am I??” You now wake up at 4:42am wondering why two kids are in bed with you, elbows and knees dug into your body like spears, and wonder if you can make it down the hall without stepping on a Lego and get in one of their beds.