Saturday morning

In our house, Saturday mornings are 'mine' and Sunday mornings belong to Chad. On Saturday morning I can do whatever I want - sleep in late or get up and go out somewhere - and Chad is on duty with Liam. On Sunday morning, our roles reverse. Normally on a Saturday I will sleep in a bit before getting up to go for a run and to my yoga class. This is the scene that met me when I got up yesterday morning. One small view into the playroom - I'll leave it to your imagination to figure out what the room looked like as a whole. (Keep in mind that this all happened in the course of about an hour, and that normally we don't keep things like our lunch bags and shoes on the playroom floor). And that's all I have to say.