This morning I was beat. I’ve been up every night this week with the newest members of the Madhouse; 2 eight-day-old kittens (if you’d like to read about those adventures you can check out The Madhouse Kitten Project; I even explain the
temporary insanity thought process that lead me to believe taking in the kittens would be a good idea.
Anyway, this morning I woke up at 7:30am with the babies (that’s how we refer to the kittens) with only a few disrupted hours of sleep behind me. I woke the kids and told them they were going to have to take the morning shift – I was done, and went back to bed.
Four hours later I was awakened as my daughter entered my room carrying a tray – laden with food. My sweet child brought me breakfast in bed! Rian had made scrambled eggs and toast for me. She said she knew how I tired I was since I had the night shift with the babies so she wanted to treat me. My heart swelled with pride and gratitude.
I must be doing something right, sniff, sniff.