The best part of my day thus far has been the morning snuggle.
Sandwiched between Audrey and Ryan in my bed, as we giggled about who had the coldest feet, I had to wonder if it was worth getting up today at all.
I have to go to work today, which means a drive to drop off the kids at Nana's first; I'm trying to beat back the laundry to the last three loads or so; the big boys are still asleep; I'm cooking for Ryan and Audrey (which guarantees the big kids making a locust-like appearance in the kitchen the second the little kids sit down); I need to shower and Audrey needs a bath; and then there's the hubby.
He came home last night, had dinner, and got called out for work. When I went to bed at 1 am, he still wasn't back yet. This morning, we blearily cracked eyes open at each other, and the next time I opened my eyes, he was gone.
I'm getting a little wistful, remembering vaguely what sex is like. Should I be so lucky that the children actually fall asleep at a decent hour (meaning I am still awake enough to feel feisty) I know that the second I reach for a bra strap Aunt Flo, who has been threatening to visit, will appear on my doorstep with the intent of staying for a long time.
So I am procrastinating, with a capital P, and just letting the chips fall where they may, because if I start rushing around like a chicken with it's head cut off, I know I'll forget something important, like a child, and no one wants that.
On the bright side, I made my bed, to discourage anymore morning snuggling.
Because that would lead to a nap.