After my second morning in a row of getting up at 3 a.m. (the first day my Bible was calling me...a legitimate reason...the second day my basset hound was grumbling...a not so legitimate reason if one doesn't mind cleaning up basset sized messes...which I do not...), I have decided that I will not be having any more babies. I don't think I could handle the middle of the night feedings. (Never mind the small fact of my hysterectomy last November which would make actual pregnancy a National Enquirer miracle. Hmmm...we are almost at the one year anniversary of said surgery. Does one actually celebrate hysterectomy anniversaries? I'm sorry, I digress. Blame it on very little sleep.)

Anyway, I am making pancakes and sausage for breakfast this morning. This actually promises to be rather exciting. See, my children like chocolate chip pancakes and peanut butter syrup (like they serve at the Pancake Pantry in Gatlinburg) and my husband prefers plain pancakes and sausage. Normally I would make a big batch of pancake batter, make a few pancakes for Josh and myself and then add the chocolate chips for the kids. However, it's a school morning which means that Jonathan needs to eat first, then Josh, then Jessi. (I'll eat tomorrow.) Which means making two batches of pancake batter. Since it was five minutes before I realized I hadn't turned on the stove for the sausage (I wondered why they weren't sizzling) and then another five minutes before I realized that I had turned on the wrong burner, I'm not sure my measuring and dividing skills are up to par. (One might also have to wonder if my ability to sense when a pancake is golden brown as opposed to mud colored might be called into question as well. So far so good.)

I would seriously consider going back to bed but my in-laws are supposed to come by sometime today to pick up three of the larger plumeria and two banana plants. The other twenty plus the ginormous one will be going in our house. (in light of my desire to be a submissive wife, I am not going to mention that my husband just asked me if I only made him two pieces of sausage. Nor am I mentioning the fact that it is not even seven o'clock and he has a hot breakfast waiting for him on the table. Nor am I going to dwell on the fact that as of yet, no one has thanked me for making said hot breakfast when they could be eating cold cereal and I could be in bed, sleeping. I'm not bitter. I'm just sleepy. and maybe a bit grumpy. )

Well, I'm off to pack lunches and make sure everyone has their stuff for the day. Enjoy!