For the past three days, it has been summer every morning in this house.
Which means my kids won't stop yelling at each other. They also fight over everything, from who gets to sit on my left side, to who gets to use the blue bowl for their blueberries. This morning I heard them wake up and turn on the TV, fighting over who got to watch Sesame Street first. No, you read that right. Not who got to pick what to watch, or which episode they'd be watching, but which one of the two of them was going to watch THE EXACT SAME SHOW AT THE EXACT SAME TIME IN THE EXACT SAME ROOM .... first.
So you can understand maybe why I decided to stay in bed, and allowed them to eat Cheez-its and dry cereal for breakfast. It's for them, really. Because I love them too much to go in there and "Mom" them to death (or to change the channel, and send them to clean their rooms while I eat Cheez-its and dry cereal).
In fact, it's 11:14 am, and I still haven't gotten out of bed. I'm building up strength. Every time I hear them whine about scooting over to the other side of the chair (not couch... chair. WHY are they sharing a chair??), or I hear one of the big bouncy balls that are so not allowed in that room hit the wall, I just retreat further into my pillow. Obviously, I can't sit the whole day out, but the idea is a nice one, and I'd like to hold onto it for a couple more minutes.
And now I am pretty sure they are watching Ghost Adventurers and making their own toast... Yup, party's over.