I woke up to my alarm blaring way too loudly at six in the morning. I tried to roll over in my mess of a bed to turn off the alarm. Seriously you would think I had a dance party in it with how messed up the blankets were. After I successfully unwound myself from the covers I turned off the alarm and headed downstairs for breakfast. Going to the pantry I took out the box of Captain Crunch cereal, way too tired to care, I skipped the protein. As I sat at the kitchen table I contemplated skipping school knowing full well I didn’t have the guts to even try. Then came the demons.

“Move!”

“No! I’m winning!”

“Stop pushing that’s cheating” The twins came rushing down the stairs stomping and screaming and essentially ruining any sense of peace the morning had left to offer. Running to the table Hunter immediately starts screaming at me.

“Mom is sick so you have to make breakfast! I want waffles!” Then Emit starts screaming too.

“No, I want sausage!

“ Waffles!”

“Sausage!”

“Stop! I’ll make waffles and sausage. So please stop screaming.” After toasting some frozen waffles, microwaving pre-cooked sausage, and stopping the boys from stabbing each other with forks, I finally was able to get on with my morning routine.