The 3 year old woke me up at 4:30 am. He was bright eyed, bushy tailed. I had mascara under my eyes and they didn't want to open. I laid on the couch while he brought me the juice bottle and a sippy cup. I filled it and he put the rest back in the fridge. He said he was hungry and I moaned. He asked if he could have a pack of seaweed and I agreed cause I wouldn't have to get up for that. At 7:30 am I was still laying around. He had completely dressed himself and put his shoes on. My 6 year old was awake now and dressed too. Its the same dress she had on yesterday and slept in last night cause her pajama drawer was empty. The braid I put in her hair yesterday is still in good enough shape that I don't plan on brushing her hair before I send her off to school in a few minutes with a backpack full of unfinished homework from the last month (or more). I laid down in bed to read my kindle. My 8 year old was reading Star Wars on his kindle next to me while listening to the Star Wars theme music on his iPod. He was wearing the same shirt as yesterday as well, and pj pants that are 3 inches too short, and on inside out, cause that's the way I found them when I dug them out of the laundry basket last night. I just noticed that they are on backwards too. At 7:35 am I really need to get the 6 year old out the door for school so I drag myself out of bed and go into the kitchen to find her and her little brother pouring chocolate syrup on chocolate chip waffles from the toaster and it dawns on me. I am an awesome mother. So awesome that sometimes its hard to be humble.
It's 8:00 am now and I'm still in my robe with tangled hair and unbrushed teeth...cause I'm sexy too.