Morning Tug-of-War
My morning has a routine. Mostly, I listen. I listen as the Handy Man gets up and hear the muffled rain in the shower. Through groggy mist, I hear him move around the house, breakfast, teeth brushing. Then, he kisses me goodbye, all minty fresh. One of us whispers our wish that he could stay and sleep in with me. One more kiss and then I hear the rumble of the garage door. Soon after, the sounds of my high schoolers as they get ready for their social games and school work. A slam of the door is my only goodbye as they rush to the bus. Two more up and I hear cereal bowls and the soft sounds of Looney Tunes. I hold my breath, waiting for the sound I don't want to hear. I wait for the hushed-voice-giggles across the hall. Those noises tell me my two youngest are awake. I hope and pray each morning that slumber will keep them just a little bit longer. Once they're awake, the battle will begin. Max is a too-cool-for-school...