The one morning this week that I am not tired and stumbling around bleary-eyed, desperately clutching my coffee.... the boys actually sleep in.
It's 7:30. And this is the latest they've slept in by a half hour so far in a week.
I've spent the last hour+ wasting time on the internet, waiting to hear the patter of their feet across the floor upstairs. But, no.
I guess I should go clean the kitchen. (Which I JUST cleaned 12 hours ago, and it's a complete train wreck AGAIN.)