Life has been extremely busy around here these days. Andy has worked like crazy because of all the hurricanes, and I'm going a million directions myself with kids, work, and being back in school (which, I forgot so soon, stinks). During the week I get up between 5:00 and 5:30 depending on whether I was efficient enough to shower the night before, and then the kids get up at 6:00. It's still dark outside, nobody is particularly chipper at that hour, and we generally get dressed, eat, and walk out the door by 6:45. On the weekends, though, we cut off all alarms and sleep as long as we can, and then the kids trickle in one by one to get in bed with us, and we lay there until we get sick of the crowdedness of 5 people in a queen size bed. The kids get to eat breakfast in their pajamas (or underwear, which is Evan's
pajama choice these days), and then we lay around some more and watch TV or play outside, or even get some house-cleaning done. In fact, my house is super clean right now and all my laundry is washed, folded, and put away, and I'm even thinking about taking a nap. Andy is obsessed with college football in hopes that his precious Georgia Bulldogs will win everything, and with pro football due to a fantasy football league he's been in for several years now. There's nothing better than getting a nice backrub (a compromise we've come to - I won't complain about the football if he rubs my back) and falling asleep on a Sunday afternoon. Of course, at about 7:00 tonight we'll be back into the routine of getting baths, packing bookbags, and getting the kids in bed by 8:00.
Life has been extremely busy around here these days. Andy has worked like crazy because of all the hurricanes, and I'm going a million directions myself with kids, work, and being back in school (which, I forgot so soon, stinks). During the week I get up between 5:00 and 5:30 depending on whether I was efficient enough to shower the night before, and then the kids get up at 6:00. It's still dark outside, nobody is particularly chipper at that hour, and we generally get dressed, eat, and walk out the door by 6:45. On the weekends, though, we cut off all alarms and sleep as long as we can, and then the kids trickle in one by one to get in bed with us, and we lay there until we get sick of the crowdedness of 5 people in a queen size bed. The kids get to eat breakfast in their pajamas (or underwear, which is Evan's
pajama choice these days), and then we lay around some more and watch TV or play outside, or even get some house-cleaning done. In fact, my house is super clean right now and all my laundry is washed, folded, and put away, and I'm even thinking about taking a nap. Andy is obsessed with college football in hopes that his precious Georgia Bulldogs will win everything, and with pro football due to a fantasy football league he's been in for several years now. There's nothing better than getting a nice backrub (a compromise we've come to - I won't complain about the football if he rubs my back) and falling asleep on a Sunday afternoon. Of course, at about 7:00 tonight we'll be back into the routine of getting baths, packing bookbags, and getting the kids in bed by 8:00.
