“It’s a crazy, messy, lazy, sunny, silly Saturday morning. Complete with mis-matched pjs, cartoons and shaking our sillies out. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Some mornings are quiet. The girls sit and watch cartoons while eating their breakfast, or play together with blocks while I sip my coffee. Oh, who am I kidding? No mornings are like that!
Most mornings are just crazy in every way. As soon as our eyes are opening (mine barely) there are demands for cereal with “white milk”, fights over which cartoon to watch. Sofia doesn’t want to eat all of her Eggo, she wants yogurt instead. Grace is mad because I won’t put Peppa Pig on for the 16th time. I don’t have time to get my coffee because I’m too busy running back and forth to the kitchen, cleaning milk off the living room carpet and telling Sofia again that she can’t go to school if she doesn’t get dressed.
It’s crazy how crazy it is.
But it’s ok. Sometimes it’s frustrating and I just want to go back to bed. But other times it goes a little more smoothly, and I do get to drink my coffee before noon. Sometimes they do play together and the craziness is not bad, it’s just loud. The sound of two little girls giggling and putting on a show or building a fort or taking care of their stuffies.
Yes it is crazy in our house, but when the craziness is gone I know I’ll miss it. So I’m glad I get to take pictures of it now so I don’t forget.