It's 8:30 am.
I have had zero coffee.
And yet, for some unfathomable reason, my children have decided that this is the optimal time to organize a Family Band. Complete with triangle, tambourine, vocals and a parade aroundandaroundandaround the kitchen/livingroom area. Where I am trying to make breakfast.
Did I mention I haven't had coffee yet?
The amount of sheer energy bouncing around in my house this morning makes me wonder where these kids came from... What sort of changelings these may be...? Is there somewhere in this universe a Morning Mom, who bounces out of bed every morning, ready and willing to conduct a three-ring-circus, while her three children inexplicably drape themselves over the nearest piece of furniture and beg for coffee and pillow and an eye mask...?
Are they really mine???