It’s 7:57 am. I’ve been up since 6:30. The girls have been up since 7 and 7:18. At least one of them should still be asleep- possibly both of them. Whining abounds. Mozart for Morning Coffee is playing over the speakers. Mozart helps.

The girls are playing Cootie, a game that in my youth always proved to be far more appealing in theory than in practice. The girls have been slightly more successful with it than my siblings and I were, but there’s still fussing and frustration. Like right now. Bless Zo, she’s doing her best to pacify the wild beast that is Tiny this morning. They’ve now moved on to just putting the bugs’ heads together and playing with them.

Speaking of bugs, I had a crazy dream last night about an enormous spider that could contract and make itself smaller and then expand again and be huge. I managed to grab it and throw it in the toilet. One of its legs pinched me as I threw it, and I woke up before I learned if that was bad in any way.

My nails are the perfect shade of OPI gray. They are helping me face my day, which is packed. I have to clean my house, do Z’s school, host preschool, run out and get lined paper and milk, prep for my first tutoring session (I’m tutoring a little girl in writing- I’m excited and nervous), actually have the first tutoring session, and make sure everyone eats and lives through the day.  My gray nails and I can do it.

It’s also supposed to rain today, which makes me really happy.

Over the course of the weekend, I stumbled into plans to make 6 quilts by the end of the year. Yowsa. They should be fun though. Most of them I can’t talk about because people will be getting them. But they’ll be cool. Trust me.

The beasties are demanding breakfast, so I must go feed them. But before I do, one of my most beloved friends is in labor this morning. Pray for her and her baby boy, would you? Thank you!

What’s going on at your house at this moment?