So every morning I try to wake up before the kids, get a breakfast ready for them while I drink my coffee and just take time for myself. <----lie
 Every morning my TEN year old gets up, takes a shower on the days he has allotted for himself to take showers, makes his breakfast and packs his lunch. Then he turns on the coffee pot for me before he comes and wakes me up. <--truth

He will thank me later as he trims my bunions.
 Then there is Hunter. Hand to heaven the kid is as bad as me. About three weeks ago, Kurt and I had just gone to bed. We hear one of the kids rustling around and hunter stumbles out of his room, walks into Titus's room where he flips on the light and pulls out the goods to pee!! Thankfully Kurt pulled a triple pike flip with enough vault to get him into the room before the flood gates opened. The kid is in a vegetative state when he is asleep.
 Silas is usually the last to wake up. His helmet hair is all over the place and the first thing he wants to do is play with my hair...

I have two bald spots on my head. No joke. No one will convince me it's anything other than Gollum. No one.....
 This leaves Titus. You will refer back to earlier posts about this. No, not the diet one, jerk. And no, I didn't finish my diet. I got super good at doing my makeup...

Its working out well, thanks.
 So Titus the Toe, as I fondly thought of him, is actually tiny toe the mobster.The kid stumbles out of the bedroom this morning. Not HIS bedroom because he, about 11 pm, decided he was too good for this crib. So  he stood up, and cried the battle cry of 300....I was not entertained and I DID want him to dine "there". So I bring him into bed with me where he promptly shoved his hand down my shirt, foot into my gut and laid his body across the bed. Terrific. So this clearly means it's time to tackle all of the worlds problems. Now. Until my kids wake up.

By the time I'm supposed to be waking up for all my duties (<----lie), I'm so tired I swear I'm waking up from a bad nap. And I guess it was rough for the toe because he stumbles out of bed and comes quietly to me....and decks me in the face. With his hand. And it went like this for the rest of the day. He is a tiny little terrorist. Seriously, he holds my sanity hostage and I will pay ANYTHING to this tiny little person  just for a second of sleep...I mean PEACE.
 I know I talk about the kids a lot but seriously, what do you want me to talk about? Going to Costco, weeping at the register as they ring up my order and I hand over my right kidney? Forgetting to renew my tabs for the second month in a row and having a police officer at Starbucks tell me to get them renewed because a STATE trooper would give me a ticket for them? Fear not though, I am sure something completely ridiculous will take place for me to write about before you die of the kid story snooze fest.