It is only 10am here, and already, I feel like we have had a full day. We haven’t even started Taylor’s school day, and I’m about ready to be done for the week. What are the chances my kids will let me nap and read books all day? Slim; I know.

Not only did Taylor stay up super late last night, but she was up abnormally early this morning and didn’t return to sleep. Thankfully, she’s her usual, happy self – for now. Coincidentally, the boys were up right after her. It’s possible that they heard T’s ponies “talking” and squealing from the next room. When I went in to greet my sweet sons this morning, they met me right at the door and said “Oh no, Mama! My bed has a boo boo! / My bed has a boo boo too!” Apparently, instead of stripping themselves, they decided to strip the beds. Blankets, comforters, sheets, and mattress pads were all removed and thrown about. They made a pile of the bed linens and were jumping off of their beds and into the pile as I was getting clothes out.

After fighting over who got to feed the dog this morning (they both lost; I won), they had vitamins and round one of breakfast. I sent them downstairs as I waited for my coffee to stop brewing. The slow drip of the coffee machine was tantalizing me as I was standing there half awake. As I was waiting in the kitchen, smelling the glorious aroma, I heard a weird sound on the stairs. One small boy was wearing his sister’s way oversized cowgirl boots and was stumbling down the stairs. Luckily, he has a short fall and wasn’t even phased. I went back up to grab my coffee and round two of kids’ breakfast and immediately heard laughter and squealing. I thought to myself: How nice! The three of them are so excited to be with each other right now and are enjoying each other’s company and playing nicely. As soon as I thought it, I knew it had to be false. As I was running down the stairs, I heard “Bye bye poop! Have fun!” I caught Frick and Frack in the downstairs bathroom, playing in the toilet. Opening the downstairs bathroom door (which sticks and is hard to open) is a new skill set they managed to acquire this weekend. Thankfully, I had the foresight to order the six pack of door handle locks way back when, and the door is now secure. My coffee is now cold, my body is under caffeinated, and I have entirely way too much “extra” laundry to do this morning, but Monday is on its way to being over with. That’s one way to look at it, right?