Confessions

Today I will make a confession.  Most of you will think that this is just awful.  I am, however, confessing anyway.

Think about how you would answer this question.

The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is:
take a shower?
make coffee?
watch tv?

Do you know your answer?

OK.  Here's mine.

The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is... ahem... wait for it... {{gulp}}... check facebook (via my cell phone) to see if everyone is okay?  Seriously.  Literally... I am rubbing my eyes because of the shock of the bright light against my newly opened pupils. 

Then, we follow a strict routine -- set by my three-year-old.  He sits on the couch.  I turn on "his station" and I get him some juice.  Do not stop to go potty first - do not pass GO - do not collect $200.

He is getting bossier and bossier and you must NOT deviate from the schedule in the least. 

This morning, we deviated.  This morning, I woke up and discovered, via my facebook friends, that Osama Bin Laden had been killed. 

Lulu came into my room and the conversation went something like this:

Mommy:  Lulu, do you know who Osama Bin Laden is?
Lulu:  Yes.
Mommy:  Well, the U.S. captured and killed him last night.
Lulu:  Wait, who is he again?

Gotta love her -- she was 3 when the terrorist attacks of 9/11 occurred.  I'll go easy on her.

As we were all snuggled up in bed, searching for the latest news, Bro was standing in the hallway, pointing and yelling directions at us... defiantly explaining that we were not following propoer protocol -- that he is supposed to be on his couch and I was supposed to give him his juice and giving him "his own channel."  He refused to get into bed with us and stood in the hallway, arms folded with a scowl on his face.  I shoulda taken a picture.

 What is the first thing YOU do in the morning?