This morning, I am just waiting for my Mother of the Year award to arrive. Sure to be nominated and a cinch to win it after my kids woke up at 7 and spent the last hour scarfing down candy from Cal's end-of-baseball-goody-bag and doing what can only be described as
the little kid Pixie Stix version of
a keg stand in my dirty breezeway.
Am I going to feed them breakfast?
yup, MOTY for sure.