Sour Puss

It was one long weekend.

Every last minute was full. Good stuff and some yucky too. So, balanced.

I was hoping for a good night's sleep and a great start to our week.

Ha. Ha.

How about up eight times in eight hours?

I guess that's the price of having 3 kids and a dog!

So, the last one up this morning is The Littlest Mr. He comes plopping down the stairs and staggering into the kitchen rubbing his little eyes. He takes one look at me and says,
"Mama, you look sour."

I bet I did.

I'm hoping more coffee will turn this around a little.

After all, I don't want to look sour all day.