teething, sad baby awakens at 5, after waking many times before that.
big sister crawls in with mom, unsoothable baby and dad who is trying to catch a few more minutes of rest.
ahhh. quiet. drifting back to sleep. shhh. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! drat. all awake 6 am.
dad’s in the shower. mom’s grumbling. kids are chipper. chipper? yes, chipper and playfully dancing and flipping lights on as we journey into the kitchen for oatmeal.
no coffee roasted. sorry honey. sorry all.
sun is up. dad’s off to work. breakfast is fast underway, the goldfish on the table entertain.
“ooops, sorry mommy” full bowl of oaty seconds toppled onto the carpet, ricocheting off the wall then landing bottom up. eew. scoop, scrape, scrub.
regroup. bowls are emptied and washed. earl grey befriends me. sit, sip, smile.
lap sitters collide and we read a few books. children scamper off to become bunnies, shepherds and builders of kitchen chair animal pens.
and the morning presses on, mom ever sipping… thinking it was nice to see the sun rise.
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October 7, 2008 at 4:30 pm
katiej
gosh, you’re up early. That was such a nice, poetic blog, and sounds like my morning! (except yours has more kids)
October 7, 2008 at 5:44 pm
Mimi
Sounds so familar.
October 7, 2008 at 9:58 pm
aaron
Ohhhhh, that was the sunrise?? I’m so out of it in the morning.
Love you, Sara. Thanks for making life a great journey, day after day.
October 8, 2008 at 4:51 am
victoria
that was so wonderfully written,
it made me wish I could wake up in your house instead of mine.
you’re such a patient mum. :)
October 8, 2008 at 6:01 am
Erica
Yikes…it’s been a long day for a lot of people.
October 16, 2008 at 5:08 am
Elizabeth
You are a really beautiful writer.