It’s 6:45 a.m. and I can hear two giggling voices, I look at the clock and decide that it is way too early for me, and my wonky tummy. Then I hear, “hey Dylan, run into Mom and Dad’s room and yell Mom really loud!!!” At that point I decided that it is time to get up and wrangle the kiddos that are already running laps upstairs.

I get both of the boys dressed nicely for Church this morning, and we make our way downstairs to get some breakfast. I’m really not feeling that great, and today it must be showing. Thade looked at me and said…

Thade: eeww Mom, you look really bad… Are you morning sick again?

Icky Morning Mom(and I was): Yep, I’m not feeling too good today.

Thade: Poor Mom, I hope you get better, my sister is kicking your butt!

Icky Morning Mom: with a snicker, thanks Thade

I hope I can shape up by Church time, I am one big mess this morning.