We are in a routine of school, errands, swim lessons and working out at the Y. Even the mornings are feeling regular. Getting out the door is still hard work, but its more of a controlled chaos and less sheer pandemonium.

Most mornings lately I wander around the house with my fuzzy socks and hot coffee thinking “this life is pretty good.” I also think “ZOMG, I’m so tired! Come on coffee, work your magic!” And sometimes “I should clean up around here… nah!”