It's A Saturday....

I fell asleep last night at 8:07pm. Delicious. And disheartening. Friday nights used to be all about celebration and carousing and eating yummy foods, friends, the one you love, and welcoming the weekend. Good times.

I awoke this morning refreshed, around 5:45am, and I stole away to the kitchen to make coffee, and sneak outside to the back porch. To watch the sunrise. Like they talk about it commercials and TV-Land. Where women go and have silence and caffeine, unto themselves. I was pretty excited to start my weekend at 5:45am with peace and goodwill. The birds even started chirping.

Enter sleepy-bedhead boys staring at me through the windown, approximately 6:06. WTF. How do they sense my state of consciousness?! How do they know the sun is just eeeking the faintest softest white light behind the mountains in our backyard?! Are they wild animals? I think yes! So they of course had to come out and sit with (on) me. And they were good and quiet for a few minutes. We listened for sounds: a birdie, the neighbor's pool drain, an airplane, the wind....."your stomach", said one to the other.

Enter Daddy and Baby Girl approximately 6:17. For being the introverted quiet one, that man could not sit still. Got up to put on more clothes. Got up to fetch a blanket. Kept telling boys to stop squirming. (Everyone please go inside....). Got up to hand Baby Girl to me. Noted whom Baby Girl was watching. Boys gew more and more restless. Just before 7am we came in. The big sun wasn't QUITE up at 6:50, but that was going to have to do.

Boys asked for toast. And cereal. And oatmeal. And berries. They got cereal, and some of my toast. They finger painted milk all over the kitchen table. They cleared their bowls and proceeded to fight over ONE coloring book. The whining one got sent to sit in the bathroom. Twice. Daddy asked the start-time of a Saturday birthday party, asking if he could just stay home alone? Sorry, buddy. I need to go to the store for dipes, wipes, etc., and we can't leave both boys 5 and 3 without some help. Do your job, man. Daddy offered maybe the boys could go get haircuts NEXT Friday. They already look like ridiculous copies of kids from 1977, since we normally do haircuts the first of the month. And there will be NO photos with the Easter Bunny until the hair is cut. And by god, I'll take them today to the local kiddie salon, which he thinks does a so-so job, unless Daddy gets going with them and his beloved barber. Daddy left, and went alone to the bedroom for a shower.

I just caught sight of my hair sticking out everywhere, my face still smooshed from the pillow, as I was taking screeching Baby Girl to change her stinky pants and get her dressed.

We need to buy this birthday kid a gift prior to the start of the big party, too, and the boys needs to get dressed and pulled together. And wow, maybe I need to do the same! Nice idea... The sun has officially been up now for an hour. It's shining on my back and reflecting around the screen of the computer. My coffee is cold, but the the sun is warm. So much work to get that thing up everyday :).