The boys are up. #1 is stuffed with blueberry muffins, #2 is about to eat possibly the largest bowl of oatmeal I have ever seen, and there is excuse for me to still be in my pajamas.
Darn.
I suppose I need to go get dressed. I suppose while I'm upstairs I should change laundry loads. I suppose I need to face the day.
Maybe I'll go back to bed instead.
OK-OK, I won't go back to bed.
I'm going now.
Really I am.
Seriously.
It may not look like it, but I am.
Honestly.
Any time now.
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