a.m. rush

i feel like i'm always tripping on myself in the morning. the windshield had enough frost on it to necessitate some scraping, but not enough to actually scrape. i drove the 45 sec commute (praise God!) using a lot of antifreeze and the wipers on high speed. i'm always 5 minutes late somehow. i didn't read any of the shampoo bottles today, nor did i daydream while cleaning my ears...

but i did stop and watch the kids sleep again. and when i got out of the shower they were both sitting up, smiling (yes 'lijah too), watching the wiggles. i guess i don't mind the hairy eyeball at work if it means i got my before-work hug, "i love you so much, mommy.... what is 'so much?'"