My morning

This morning I woke up at 8:00 a.m. to Preston walking into my bedroom. Paige had come in sometime during the night and was in the middle of the bed. Preston wanted snuggles and I hoped to keep him asleep. He rubbed my arm for 10 minutes while trying to get cozy and back asleep. I finally told him to stop rubbing my arm because it keeps both of us awake. (I know, I should be awake anyway, right?)

So Preston goes to sleep for 10 minutes and I slip out to say my morning prayers - a novelty. In the middle of my prayer Preston comes over and sits in my lap - prayer over. I put him back in bed and we snuggle for a while until Paige wakes up and wants to be by mom. Mind you, we're all on only one half of the bed.

Preston whispers in my ear, "Mom, I want some bread with peanut butter and jam." I put him off as long as I can because I'm cozy. Paige and Preston start fighting so I tell Preston to get me the remotes and open the armoire so I can turn on Curious George. 'CG' ALWAYS gets their attention and if I turn it on I have a half hour of bliss - guaranteed. Paige immediately scoots over for some mommy snuggles and - DARN IT - CG is over. So we're down to Clifford, the Big Red Dog. That's not as exciting to my kids as CG is.

We get up. The kids are watching Clifford and I go get them both 'dokes' (chocolate milk.) I accidentally put chocolate in Paige's doke (she doesn't like chocolate). I come upstairs and talk her into having a chocolate milk just this once because mommy was on the phone with dad and wasn't paying attention. I did say "oops" when I did it. Does that count for repentance?

Next I come check my e-mail, hoping I received an e-mail from any friend or family member - those are my favorite and I read them first. The kids come in and want the TV on. I turn on Care Bears - Joke-A-Lot and they watch it until Paige decides she needs to lay down and her feet are on Preston. I tell the kids about 10 times to stop fighting, kicking, hitting or I'm going to turn off the show. I turn off the show and go down to make a half peanut butter sandwich for Preston and a toasted slab of bread with butter and peanut butter on it for Paige.

I come back to the computer to type out this fantastic blog post. I hear things banging downstairs and I ignore it, thinking I'll deal with any fallout later. They both come back upstairs with full tummies and a little jam on Preston's face and I turn on Care Bears again. Oh, I just noticed the sandwiches are both upstairs, so their tummies are still being filled. I say a prayer for the carpet. Preston's hands are all jammy.

Does this sound like your morning? I don't know if we're normal or not, but that's what's going in our house today.