Those were the first words out of Jack’s mouth this morning:

“Mom, I can’t get up because I have so much fog in my eyes.”

And I totally get it. That is a perfect way to describe how I feel many mornings when the alarm goes off at 5:15. Foggy.

I am feeling very guilty this morning for begrudging the fact that my mornings are again being slowed by Jack and Will. I missed them terrible while they were gone last week with their dad, but I enjoyed only being responsible for getting one person ready in the morning, and getting to work earlier without having to swing by the day care. (Since I strongly dislike that place anyway it was a treat to get to avoid it all week!) Need to work on the guilt and the grudge.

I don’t doubt that while at their father’s house bedtime was merely a suggestion — Not something actually enforced. I am also sure they got to sleep in, lounge around in pajamas all day and eat whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. So when I appeared in their room this morning at 6:30 and turned the lights on, Jack understandably had fog in his eyes.

On the whole though it seems like their visit didn’t reek the normal havoc on them that visits with their dad normally do. He had managed to use lotion on Will’s eczema skin so he didn’t return like a piece of sandpaper. And Jack went through his normal ‘returning to the land of rules’ fussies, but nothing I wasn’t expecting.

So Happy Monday — I’m going to wipe the fog out of my own eyes and get to work.