*yawn*

It's 10am. I've only been awake for about 30 minutes, and I'm still yawning and trying to force my eyes to focus (as I inhale some Frosted Flakes with sliced banana, yummm).

I don't think I slept very well last night, even though I was in bed for, ohhhh, 11 hours or so (this is the part where I thank God my children aren't babies anymore!). I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been tossing and turning and restless all night. I do remember that I was dreaming a lot... thankfully, I can't remember what I was dreaming about, so you're spared (I know you were getting worried there for a minute, weren't you??).

So, I stumbled out of the bedroom, made a pitstop at the bathroom (which is the only reason I got out of bed in the first place... I could've stayed there a few more hours if my bladder hadn't insisted on waking me). Then, I walked to the kitchen, to find Damon rummaging for food. He was tediously trying to snap a bag of hot dogs back together... hot dogs. For breakfast. I paused for a second, thinking I should intervene and make the child eat something a little healthier and more breakfast-like... then I thought, ehhhh, hot dogs are good. *yawn*

A few minutes later, Avery stumbled out of bed. She stopped off at the kitchen FIRST (she has her priorities... food is at the top of Avery's list, always). She went for a loaf of bread... so I asked what she was doing and if I could help. She said she wanted a sandwich. For breakfast. Oh, and she was doing the pee pee dance all over the kitchen. I sent her to the bathroom and told her I'd get her something to eat. Avery ended up with a cheese sandwich. *yawn*

So, what's wrong with this picture? I have Frosted Flakes and banana for breakfast. Damon has hot dogs. Avery has a cheese sandwich. I'm a great mom.

One thing was obviously missing from our breakfast scene this morning... Daddy.

Daddy has turned into the food Nazi around here, and he never would have let the kids get away with eating hot dogs and cheese sandwich for breakfast. But he had to go to work for a few hours of overtime this morning (we really like the sound of "overtime" around here), and anyone who knows me knows how peppy I am before noon. So the kids ate what they wanted for breakfast.

I'm sure they'll survive. *yawn* And... Daddy should be home in time for lunch.