"Mommy! Mommy, mommy, you have GOT to wake up right now!"
I must have neglected to tell Betty that it had been kind of a late night, BlogHoppin' partying mom that I am. Don't tell anyone ... I snuck into the bedroom after 1 p.m., well past my bedtime. I overindulged a little last night, visiting way too many blogs, overloading Google Reader (at what point does that thing implode?) and making too many new friends.
"You have to see this!!! Right now!!!"
"Whassa matter, honey?" I said, lazily, realizing that a) if the other child wasn't screaming or b)the security alarm wasn't blaring or c) the smoke detectors weren't beeping, then things were probably somewhat under control. "What's wrong?" I said, yawning.
"Look what's going on!" she exclaimed, pulling me into the hallway.
It was one of those moments, when you realize that you might be doing something a little right in this parenting gig. In your teachings that it is the simple things - the sunrise, for example - that are worth paying attention to, worth waking up for.