My morning companion

I think I've shared before that I am not a morning person. Never have been. Ask my mom and she'll tell you that in the morning before I left for high school I maybe uttered two words to her. She knew better than to try and get more out of me. Thanks, mom.


My children, however, have not yet learned that leaving mommy be in the morning will get you far in life. Weekend mornings are the worst, the kids wake up, yell "Mommy", I grumble "come in here" and then the unpleasant-ness begins. I never want to get up, they want breakfast, they fight over who gets the middle spot between me and Tommy ... on and on and on.


Weekdays are a little better. For some reason, the noise of the shower which shares a wall with their room never seems to phase them. But sometime during my ready routine, Lyla will show up at the door ready to be my morning companion. Normally she curls up on my robe on the floor and rests while I shower and do my hair. However, lately that is not good enough and she drags her blankets into the bathroom and makes a little bed on the floor. And stand back, because if you disturb their exact placement, she'll glare at you like I am sure I did to my mom when I was 16. Like mother, like daughter; I'm afraid.