Breakfast in Bed

I heard whispering and banging in the kitchen as I went past
on the way to the loo this morning.
"What are you kids doing" I asked. "Go away Mummy and go back to bed,
it's a surprise" I was told. "Don't come in here"
So as a good mama, I did what I was told and went back to bed.
I then woke up hubby and warned him breakfast in bed would be coming
shortly. Of course Mr Tidy freak, moaned about the state the kitchen
would be, but I told him to shush and enjoy the moment.
Before too long, in came Siena Biena, carrying a red spotted tray, with
breakfast for Mama. On the tray was, 1 little cupcake, 2 round sammies cut
out with cookie cutters, one with sprinkles, and the other, fejoa jam,
a manderin, and a little container with almonds......yummo!
Next came, Potato, first with a wine glass of juice, which he has placed
a frozen strawberry and boysenberry, I liked the touch, for his father,
and then shortly after he came back balencing the rest of daddy's
breakfast on a wire cookie tray,you know the sort you put the biscuits on to
cool down after taking them from the oven, anyway, for daddy he had a bowl
of cereal with soy milk, also a mandarin, a sammie filled with sprinkles,
and a homemade ginger nut.
THEN WITH BIG SATISFIED SMILES ON THEIR FACES,they sat on our bed, munching
on the biscuit and cupcake they had given us, and watched us enjoy the breakfast
that had been prepared with much love.
It was a breakfast like none ever, and a real treat, and even better, I stayed
in bed a bit longer and let hubby dearest clean up the kitchen.
A lovely start to the day, and a lovely end to the first week of the
school holidays.
Thankyou my darling children, I will keep you on for another week.

Mummy Time

It's my turn at home with a sick kid
Potato is full up with cold, flu, and fever,
nice to have the little man home
but he threw a spanner into the works today.

I was looking forward to going to a Bloggy Tea Party,
and after that I had a kids planning meeting for kids church
but instead, I am still in my pj's,
home with my two boys.

Huuby took ennybelle to school, and went for a run
yes, sometime today I have to fit the exercise thing
in too. But a bit tired, after a restless night
of a little boy coughing and choking in my ear
and keeping me over warm with his fevered body.

But, hey, have to make the most of these times,
in a few years he is not going to want to cuddle
next to mummy when sick, or go to sleep on mummy
at swimming lessons, like he did last night,
his warm, flushed body, cuddled up to me,
makes this mummy's heart thump.

And there are not many mornings these days
that I get to stay in my pj's for all hours
so i am just going to enjoy it, and hope there
will be another bloggy tea party to go to
another day.

misty

Exercise Bexercise.....why do we do it?

I started exercising again this morning....it was something that has been bugging
me for a while, the stomach is looking rounder, the legs are begining to wobble
as with every thing else.
My hubby decided to go for a run this morning, after, for both of us, about 12
weeks of slothfulness, so that was prompt number one.
Prompt number two, Miss Gail talks about all her exercising in her blog, and it kinda
is inspiring me, also I remember how fabulous I looked and felt when I lived
in Asia, And I would like some of that again.
Prompt number three, was some of the clothes I scored from her above, when she
left for China, are begining to feel a tad tight.
Prompt number four, well since shifting to our new abode, my exercise equipment
that had been hiding in a very untidy garage, is now indoors, in Scoobys room
and everytime I pass his room, tidy his room, or whatever, it calls to me,
"When are you going to entertain us o slothful one"
So I did it, I'm sure poor scooby wished I hadn't, all that panting and snorting
and other noises someone totally unfit makes, And I am sure today, he may have thought there are benefits to being blind, he didn't have to see his mums wobbly
bits wobbling all over the place.....BUT, when you lose one sense, another one
takes over, and I am hoping it wasn't his sense of smell...I smelt bad!!!!!!
I'm sure tomorrow his door will be wedged shut, with a note in braille saying
"Clear off, no unfit mums allowed"
But I did it and I feel great now!!! All I need to do is keep going, and then when
the inspiration really hits, starting using my gym membership again, which luckily
doesn't expire because Mr P works there.
So yes...roll on tomorrow, as I roll out of bed, rub the sleep from my eyes, the smile quickly fading from my face, and I remember what I need to do.