On the weekends The Dad and I try to stay in bed as long as possible because we are not morning people. The boys got up around 8:00 and went into the family room to play. Kate woke up a little while later and The Dad got up and got everyone breakfast. He came back to bed because he is sick (again) and everything was really quiet, too quiet. We couldn't figure out what was going on. I got up to see what mischief everyone was getting into. Everyone was doing just fine, no trouble whatsoever. Kate was playing with toys on the floor, Scott was playing on the computer and John was laying on the couch running a fever. I felt really bad for him because he was really feeling sick but it was nice to be able to lay in bed for a few extra minutes and not have to be refereeing John's activities. Usually he is bugging Scott for a turn on the computer or squeezing and hurting Kate's arms or hands because she is playing with something he doesn't want her to have (not necessarily something he wants but something he thinks she shouldn't have).
It was such a peaceful morning.
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