Too Early

Sunday mornings are always a little hectic at our house. It isn't like the children aren't awake, and we have to rouse them for Mass.

No, they have been awake for so long that they are ready for their first naps by the time church finally rolls around at 8:30am.

This particular Sunday, the children were up and wrestling at 4:07am. By 4:30, they were fed and clothed and sick of eachother. I told them if they couldn't be kind to one another, they would have to go to their rooms.

 They decided to play with Nathan, already sleeping. He was the engine for this ridiculously exhausted freight train.

Yes, this week we had to wake them for Mass.