I lay in my bed in that fuzzy haze between sleep and awake, subconsciously aware of rustling all around me. More asleep than awake at this point I must have assumed I was dreaming because it did not occur to me to open my eyes. Finally the rustling became footsteps which turned in to loud dashes in and out of my room. Whispers became shush's and occasional not so whispered shouts and though my eyes were still closed reality had filled in around me and I was now fully aware that though it had to be only 4:30/5am at best...my children were wide awake and conducting some sort of 'surprise for me'.
Aren't 'surprises' the WORST thing when they are combined with something your kids are NOT SUPPOSED to be doing, because they're all excited and getting along so well together and yet... people...let's not forget that whether they're trying to be sweet or not..it's still 4:30 in the STINKIN' MORNING! But you can't get mad now because they're doing something kind and thoughtful and their little hearts will be crushed.. ugh. I digress.
Aaanywho..
Finally. FINALLY. I open my eyes.
First to this on the floor..
Then.. to THIS on both my and Ryan's nightstands...
A bag of marshmallows and one of the pumpkin muffins we'd made the day before..
Aaand.. a plate of more marshmallows with, yes folks, veggie sticks stuck in them.
And two beaming, smiling, proud as pie, children waiting expectantly for my completely thrilled and enthusiastic praises.
...at 4:42am. Just incase you'd forgotten.
Being a mom is all kinds of ridiculous.
