The vote was overwhelmingly for my children to make breakfast and to have the lovely french toast that was pictured in last week’s newsletter…
Sat. 10 pm: Twins ask dad to get them up early the next morning. I take cold medicine and go to bed– nasty cold.
Sunday:
6:30 am: Husband’s alarm goes off, repeatedly.
8:00: I am getting fairly hungry worry about Mom who is diabetic. Wake husband up again. Take cold meds again.
8:30 Husband gets up and joins me in the kitchen where he makes scrambled eggs. One twin is sick.
9:30 I feel worse, go back to bed and sleep for the rest of the day. My poor mother has to make Mother’s Day dinner. (My husband helps.)
But it was a happy day in the end!
