Right now Greg is in St. Louis. I am reminded of the morning person I am not. Sure, I can wake up early. But don't ask me to function. Or maintain any standards of decent parenthood.
Case in point:
- My children are entering their third, yes, third hour of television.
- Their breakfast consisted of dry cereal in cups, which they ate in front of the T.V.
- Mary is wearing nothing but a saggy diaper.
- David talked me into ordering a street sweeper for him from the Playmobil website. I didn't even try to resist. It was 6:40 AM.
Apparently everything I hold dear as a mother--like clean diapers and not buying toys for my children at 6:40 in the morning--does not matter before 7:30 AM.
It's a good thing Greg gets up with the kids.
[UPDATE: Mary just handed me her saggy diaper. Needless to say, she is not wearing it anymore].
