It's a quiet Saturday morning.
The kids are sitting around, eating popcorn.
I'm looking around at the mess, realizing that it will take the combined effort of everyone in the house to get this cleaned up.
And we will.
But not quite yet.
This is nice. Peaceful. No one is crying, no one is freaking out that Mom is being unfair when she tells them to work on their school project or to put away their laundry. (I take it back - one is stomping around because I told him to eat breakfast. JEEZ, MOM.)
I'll enjoy it. Because at 10 o'clock it's going to get real around here. Gear up, buttercup.