Today we're home again and I woke up to a dark thunderstormy morning. I should've stayed under the warm covers, but the lure of coffee and writing by candlelight was too strong. I love meeting the day before it's light and all the kids are up and everything already feels overwhelming. It's ironic: I, chronically easily overwhelmed, live with four kids and a million animals and constant mess and noise. If I don't wake up before everybody else, I have to fight the urge all day to run away.
Not today, though. Dark mornings and hot coffee and sleepy kids from our trip make for a nice, nice morning. I think I'll go make some muffins. Hello, weekend.