Let me tell you a little about my morning this morning…

  • This is the morning of picture day at school.
  • This is the morning outfits should be pressed, hair should be combed and fixed and tights shouldn’t have holes.
  • This is the morning the girls need to turn in their art projects for Virginia’s Reflections contest.
  • This is the morning that Ray caught an early flight home.
  • So this is the morning that every last bit of laundry needs to be done so he can
  • finish the garage floor.
  • This is the morning I need to be at church super early to let ladies in for their Bible study.
  • This is the morning after the night that everyone goes to bed an hour later
  • because of Wednesday night church services.
  • This is the morning that Bria decided to get up at 3:45 a.m.
  • This is the morning that she is running destructively through the house.
  • This is the morning the house should be clean just in case someone wants a tour.
  • This is the morning that it’s not.
  • This is the morning where I blog about Bria being up at 3:45 screaming her head off for two hours and then starting this.
  • In all this, this is the morning I can’t help but think I wish I had more of her.
  • This could also be the morning that I was hoping to be sharing parenting duties before 3 o’clock this afternoon.