Mornings

I got a good laugh later earler this week when I got a chance to think about the events of Tuesday morning. I woke up that morning to sad whimpering at the bedside. I knew without looking that it was Hannah and knew right away that she wanted in our bed (we have a rule that the kids are not allowed to sleep in bed with us, so if they wake up in the middle of the night they can bring their pillows and blankets and sleep on the floor) The morning ended with me finding Hannah standing in the doorway with the door open, in just her panties, yelling at her Dad as he was leaving for work.