Saturday Morning

It's Saturday morning. Waffles have just been eaten, or in Jack's case, thrown on the floor for Harvey to eat. Emily is already in her leotard dancing to Taylor Swift songs. Troy is in his underwear driving a train through the kitchen yelling "CHOO-CHOO!" As loudly as he can. I have just sat down to eat my breakfast and Jack walks over and wraps a chubby, sticky, syrup hand around my finger pulling me up out of my chair. He hands me the purple balloon he has been carrying around with him everywhere for the last few days and pulls me downstairs to play. Soon dishes will need to be washed and the grass is begging to be mowed. In a few minutes someone will ask when Daddy gets off of work and I will have to tell them not until Monday. But for now we are just enjoying a lazy Saturday morning.