IT'S MORNING TIME!

monday's are the worst.  j and i are both exhausted after long, draining church days, but inevitably our little girl wakes up only slightly past the crack of dawn and is rip roaring ready to go.  

she's always up early, but mondays are particularly bad because i typically don't see her at all on sunday. i'm out of the house and on the road before she wakes up and come crawling in about 1 hour after she goes to bed at night.  so monday morning, shes up and excited to see her mommy.  
and making lots of noise.

usually i awake to the sun filtering through the amazing windows in our bedroom.  it gives me time to float to consciousness and prepare myself for the onslaught of the day.  this morning, it was overcast and rainy.  i was snuggled under the duvet and awoke to the sound of someone pounding on the door.  

sitting straight up in bed, my heart in my throat, i realize its only ains.  she is pounding on her bedroom door, calling for the two of us in turn - mommy! daddy! IT'S MORNING TIME!

j and i looked at each other through bleary eyes and i made him a deal - you entertain her while i shower and get dressed and i'll drop her off and pick her up today. deal?

she opened her door and came bounding into our room as i summoned the energy to get up.  she climbed onto my side of the bed and snuggled under the sheets after a cursory round of jumping.  

the last thing i heard before i stepped into the shower? 

let's cuddle and go to sleep while mommy's in the shower.  i bet you can't do it! 

I married a smart man.