Friday, January 4, 2008
so i got up today, on time for a change, and the house is quiet. this is heaven to wake up to a quiet house, no one asking for juice or arguing over dragon tales vs. mickey mouse. i make my coffee and put on my soft, fuzzy socks (because i live in a 107 year old house which is ALWAYS cold) and get the paper. i'm going to sit in my favorite chair and read and drink an entire cup of coffee before i get the kids up for school. i walk into the living room and step right on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. that's right, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. why this sandwich is on my living room floor i cannot tell you. somehow in my late night clean up i have overlooked this. i now have creamy peanut butter and grape jelly all over my fuzzy socks. ok, i'm not going to let this ruin my plan, i'll simply remove the socks. and then i hear a noise. it's that much written about pitter patter of little feet. although it's not so romantic at 6:30 in the morning. and along comes my son. fully dressed in his school uniform, coat and hat. i ask him why he's wearing all that and he replies that i had told him if he gets up early to go ahead and get ready for school. apparently i didn't specify that the coat and hat weren't necessary. who can be irritated at a five year old standing there ready for winter at 6:30 in the morning? then i hear noises signifying the baby is awake. i go to get him up and he's sittting with his little legs hanging out of the slats of his crib. he has a plastic teacup (disney princess of course) and he's banging it on the side of the crib. he looks like a tiny prisoner! no matter what kind of morning person you are (and i am not much of one) you cannot help but smile at someone who is that happy to see you in the morning! that big, silly grin with only 5 teeth, usually drool on his chin, and his hair that is always sticking up. maybe the morning didn't quite go as i planned, but i'd say it turned out just fine.