Sunday Nights at the Wilson home....

A normal day.. What is that exactly? For me, a normal day is never "normal".. Typical Sunday for me is usually waking up around 8:30 or 9:30.  Dragging my overworked body to the kitchen and making my morning coffee.  I would then go back upstairs and wake my two daughters up, and usually with a few hugs & kisses and maybe a little tickle session, they get up and head downstairs.  My youngest, Tayelor,  heads right to the TV and says "Mickey Mouse..." and 9 times out of 10 its already on that channel.  Then the breakfast rush, what color bowl to use and what cup they want to drink out of, what cereal they want to eat... After the madness of breakfast, I normally get the call to go get my son Jackson. Then its off to get him and sometimes, depending on the day, we might go to McDonalds or Pizza Hut.  Today though, has been one of them days! I worked my rear off and im paying for it today, as well as being sick.  The kids normally are easy to tolerate but today for some odd reason they have been other then that!  Laundry, cleaning, breakfast, lunch and dinner, bath times, getting ready for bed: EXHAUSTING! I wouldn't change it for anything though. All the worries, chaos and problems, define my family and who we are.. I love them and they love me, sick or not! THAT is what matters most..