Mornings here require finding exact change for milk money, searching through wallets, purse bottoms and sometimes the piggy bank. Lunch is packed and email is checked. Frozen berries in the microwave and where is the checkbook? The dogs want out the dogs want in the dogs want out again.
Here it sounds like, "Mom?" and "Babe?" and "Daisy get down from there." Another glass of juice is poured, another cup of coffee. There is toothpaste and a ringing phone. The hamper is opened and closed three times. The sprinklers play on the lawn. The porch light goes off.
Mornings here mean "have a good day," and a kiss goodbye and the dogs are back in the bed.
Mornings here are crowded and busy and I love mornings here.