This morning ...

This morning I woke up to a big, fat little bug trying to crawl under me.

Okay, who am I kidding? It was trying to crawl under me (I was lying on my stomach) to get into my shirt, but it's nicer when I try to pretend that she wasn't being a beast and looking for ''nursings''. The kid's gotta wean soon. I'm just lazy. And scared. Don't want to fight the nineteen month old because I'm pretty sure she'd win...

Anyhow, this morning it was beautiful because when my eyes opened, you could tell it had rained. That soft, hazy light outside. The kind of light that for a brief instant you don't know whether it is 5am, or 9am. Alex flopped across the pillows with her eyes closed and then plummeted back into one, falling back asleep. Chris grumbled in his sleep and turned over. I was wide awake. Last week I had gotten some bacon on sale, and it seemed like the perfect day to eat breakfast at home. Ever since Chris and I got married, we have gone out to breakfast once during the weekend. It's a time to reconnect, to chat. But today it let us have a really easy, lovely morning.

...

I take it back. Well, no. We had a beautiful lovely morning, but I just came from upstairs where I ripped the kid's a new one. And such is my life. :-) Lia has become a bossy little Miss, and David has become a yelling whiner. It is an absolutely horrible combination.

But back to this morning. (deep breath) We had pancakes and bacon, and it was just such a joyful, happy mess. Everyone at the table. Everyone trying to talk over each other.

It was a good morning. Until the craziness upstairs... (sigh)