That means we wake up at 7 a.m. and eat cereal. Then cook waffles at 8:30.
That means we take naps at 9:30.
That means we play Legos and read books and build forts and lie around on the carpet in blankets until 10 a.m.
That means we stay in our pajamas until 10:30.
That means at 10:30 we look at the clock and say, "Shoot, we're still in our pajamas." And we jump in the shower and throw clothes on ourselves and the boys and by 11 a.m. we're sitting at the table and I've got a toothbrush in my mouth and I'm telling the boys to "hurry and eat your spaghetti or we'll be late for church," and the QB is doing her makeup as we pull out of the complex parking lot at 11:20 and by 11:29 we're walking in the double doors of the Chapel and sitting down just as the bishop is standing up to welcome everyone to the meeting.
Oh well, at least we weren't late. And the waffles were good--oatmeal with agave nectar and a little whipped cream.
Line of the day from the pulpit:
"If you care, the Holy Ghost will help you find a way.
If you don't care, you'll find an excuse all by yourself."