I woke up early this morning -- before 6. Usually, I am awakened by a boy -- either the 10-year-old one jumping in between us, wrapped in his favorite blue blanket, or the five-year-old one jumping on us, holding his nearly-worn-out pale blue blankey. The 13-year-old (girl) now sleeps in and keeps all bedding in her room. Thank the lord for teenage hormones.
I haven't used an alarm clock in 13 years. No joke.
I nearly jumped out of bed. I had a *chance* of having a cup of coffee before the kids came downstairs.
I made the bed (anal Virgo -- remember?) and walked to the coffee pot.
That's as far as I made it before I heard little feet behind me.
I turned to find my five-year-old, in his Spiderman pajamas, holding his little blue blankey. God, he's cute in the morning. "Hi Mommy! Why aren't you in bed? I wanted to cuddo wif you." Geez. I *almost* went back to bed.
Instead I made coffee, poured him a bowl of "bee cereal" (Honeynut Cheerios) and a glass of juice, and then said hi to my other son, who had appeared, true to form, in his underwear and his big blue blanket.
I proceeded to have another morning with everyone up with me.
Sigh. One day -- or so I'm told by people whose kids are now out of the house -- I will miss this.
- My interests include veganism and vegetarianism, health, ethics, politics and culture, media, and the environment. I have three kids; I teach college part-time, study piano and attempt to garden. I knit. I blog on just about anything, but many posts are related to my somewhat pathetic quest to eat better, be more mindful of the environment, and be a more responsible news consumer. Sometimes I write about parenting, but, like so many Mommy bloggers, my kids have recently told me not to. :) Thanks for reading.