The alarm chirped at 630 this morning. Out of bed I rolled, quietly walking past the bedroom full of sleeping snorting boys.
I made their lunches. Folded a load of laundry. Debated on whether or not to make a pot of coffee (I didn’t - Mama did when she woke up). Looked at the clock - time to get them out of bed.
I opened the door, leapt up on Dan’s
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