Little J is up and raring to go. He's been up since 6:15. I've been up since 6:05. I had ten minutes to "work" at the computer (read: look at my e-mails and google the old friend who was in my dream last night) before he started yelling down the stairs for us to come up and get him. Apparently there was a monster up there so he needed us to accompany him out of his room.

It's now 6:45. He's stood next to me the past half hour and TALKED to me. Well, really more like BADGERED me. He wants breakfast. I tell him he has to wait until I get a little work done. He wants to tell me about the monster. I ask him to please be quiet - it will take 10 minutes. He chases the cat around and I have to intervene. He asks for breakfast again. He wants to get in my lap because he's cold. He wants to play Teletubbies. Now he's walking around yelling 'everyone get up!'

Whew!

Did I mention that I got up at 6 a.m. on a Saturday morning in order to write a few blogs and do a little paperwork before the children got up? (Please note I said before they got up). I did this in order to spend THE ENTIRE DAY with them while their dad prepared for a photo show next weekend. Did I mention I spent THE ENTIRE DAY with them yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that?

Obviously, I should have gotten up at 5. On a Saturday. But at least it would've been quiet.

I'm only writing this because I said the magic words: "Go see what Daddy's doing." I know full well that Daddy is trying to sleep in...meanwhile I have NO IDEA what I sat down to write. That's why you're getting this.

Oh! He's back. Singing, yelling, pulling everything off my desk he can get his hands on. He's persistent, I'll give him that.

"Can we eat breakfast now?" he asks.

Gotta go.