Take A Number!

Ohh the lovely thought of being off on a week-day. The thought of being able to stay under the blankets just an extra 20 minutes. How a pregnant woman loves the sound of that! Does it ever happen? Well if so, it didn't work out that way for me. This morning I woke my hubby up because his friend J was here. Robert got up and even watched and fed the kids for me. So yes, I did get to stay in the nice warm bed for an extra 10 minutes, if that. Next thing I know, Roberts walking in the room. "Honey, where is my brown sweat pants?" then Clara right behind him. "Momma, where is my remote" and of course Braden had to come in at the exact moment, "Mommy, where is Lighting McQueen!" As he goes into sobs. I am now sitting up in the bed, hair looking like something from a horror movie, and I'm the killer. I look from each and everyone of them and start to cry. Scratch that: SOB! Blame it on the horomones, but I was not happy about being asked all those questions at once! So I have finally decided what I am going to do as my project for the day off. I am going to make a sign that says: MOM IS BUSY. TAKE A NUMBER! And I will have little numbers hanging from it. Maybe it will help keep my sanity!