My Morning

I rolled over this morning and it was 6:15...wow...it has been so long since I have slept that long. My 4 year old is ever waking in the night, sometimes multiple time a night. Today I was lucky. My favorite part of the day begins. My 4 year old runs into my bed and we get a little moment to talk. He seems really clear headed in the morning, I get to hear about the things that go on inside his head. Today he dreamed about colors, and he remember today was Tuesday all on is own. "Today is preschool day" he has really loved school and his teachers. Next we get up and change his diaper (not potty trained), another challenge. My other kids are not up yet so we sat on the couch to read. I love snuggle time with this little guy. Now things are picking up speed. 2 year old awake and very happy to see her brother they are so loud that now 3 month old is awake too. Yikes. Now it is 7:15 and we need to hurry. I get breakfast started. Big kids are eating. 4 year old take one bite, gets down and runs around, I help him back to his chair, bite, he gets down. This is how breakfast goes every morning. No matter what I try it takes forever to feed this kid. Next is time to get him dressed, it is like running a marathon. Ready, go. This chase begins. It takes 10 minutes to accomplish this and I didn't even ask him to help because we are running late. I get the other two kids dressed and I throw on a sweat shirt and out the door we go. It is amazing how tired I can be by 9:00 am. I love the many challenges of my day. As I think about the morning I reflect and realize that if I hadn't ran the marathon, I would probably be at a boring job and I get to do my favorite thing everyday. Be with my kids. I am truly blessed.