She surprised me and was sleeping by 8:30 am. Forgoing my shower, with my ancient fogs (aka glasses) still perched on my nose, bedhead in total disarray, I scrambled for my sewing machine.
While I talked my 7 year old thru the steps of washing laundry (his wife will thank me someday:) ),
I sewed another one of these bag holders.
While the younger kids spread books out all over the living room (as they pulled books out it caused an avalanche of stuff to fall out of the front closet), I worked on restocking the shop with this bib.
While my 5 yr old made an "attempt" at doing the breakfast dishes but ended up making a bigger mess,
At the first squawk from Lou, I had three concerned faces at my elbow letting me know she was awake. I nestled myself onto the couch to feed and surveyed the mess, refusing to sigh. (Sigh.)