One Sleep

This morning I was trying to work at the kitchen table since Mike was using the laptop table in the living room. It was only a minute before the boys invaded, my files were spattered with oatmeal, and Mike was asking me to move so he could get at the coffee maker. I moved to the living room where Jack made several attempts to spill my tea while jumping on the couch, making it impossible for me to write anything on these oatmealy work files that didn't look like a second-grader's penmanship (sorry Ethan).
But tomorrow we move. I relish the thought of SPACE.
Hallelujah!