One Morning a Week....

Brought to you today, in part, by: the Furious Four (as Daddy-007 is still on an extended pub-crawl through Hampshire, UK without his trusty sidekick-ME!) and that indomitable Yogini of Ya-Ya at Lost and Found in India, Braja.

The first morning back home after my O'Hare heartbreak that found me driving my sorry ass to a chain restaurant in Schaumberg (Lettuce Entertain You, but still a chain) for some comfort food and reassessment of plans, instead of on a plane bound for England.

I am not usually in charge of getting the boys off to school in the mornings. My place is in bed, asleep, I stay out my husband's way and just swoop in at the end to help with coats and mittens and kisses. But today I was alone. Well, not alone exactly. You see a I had a nighttime visitor that moved in around 2 am. CC had descended and was sleeping peacefully next to me. When the alarm went off and I started to get up, he brightly threw back his covers and said, "Good morning, Mom!" just pleased as punch with himself to be truly the man of the house while Daddy is away (by bedding down with mommy? No thanks, Oedipus!). I made a mental note to discuss boundaries later and padded off to the bathroom.

Amazingly, the Animal remained asleep while Capt. Chaos and Destructo got dressed and we managed to get downstairs without him stirring once. Truly miraculous! With that wild-card out of the scenario, everything is pretty calm in the house. In fact, the boys were downright dreamy! I made some toaster waffles, which they scarfed down (picture above). Destructo got his magic "it helps you concentrate" pill and showed it off to the camera. (I swear that's not a grimace on his face!) And I sat and chatted with them while I guzzled down my coffee. So far, this morning is going so unexpectedly well, I think that perhaps I've misjudged my kids. (Don't worry, they were back in fine form this morning ;-) CC got his snow stuff on and I helped Destructo into his gear and they were out the door just as the Animal graced me with a happy descent from upstairs. Also unusual as he usually wakes up a big, fat grumpapotomos. There were even hugs and kisses involved!

After wolfing down his breakfast of waffles and blueberries, we played a little Indiana Jones Life. Not for real, just a lot of treasure stealing and Indy running around stomping on things. You know, toddler-style. It was all very sweet and calm.

Which leads me to believe that this morning was a little karmic payback for the clusterfuck on Tuesday that brought me back home. It is so, so rare to have a quiet, smooth, orderly morning with these boys and I needed this morning to remind me that they are all precious, wonderful kids that I am lucky to call my sons. Or at least not always embarrassed to be seen with.

Have a wonderful weekend and see you back here on Monday. Or leave a comment and then check back to see what conversations are going on in the kitchen (my new name for the comments setion), because you never know what people are talking about in there.