I love my kids.

I worked last night until one, stayed late charting until a little after two, had a small snack when I got home and was in bed at about a quarter to three, and then got up with Kristen at six thirty. I changed her diaper and set her up with some Little People play sets on the living room floor, then got cozy on the couch with a pillow and blanket and dozed happily while she played. The rest of my kids joined us a short while later, raiding the sack of snack cookies my dad dropped by last night, watching cartoons, drawing, and playing while I continued to rest. I must have been sleeping better than I realized, though, because shortly before nine, I was awakened by Kristen asking to climb up in my lap. As I reached for her, I noticed a sheet of paper lying across my chest. It was a message from my sweet Caitlyn:

Stop sleeping! LOL, didn't I feel like a horrible mother! I called Caitlyn to me and playfully asked, "Did you leave this message for Mommy?"

"I wanted you to fix me some breakfast," she sheepishly replied.

"But baby, why didn't you just ask me?"

"I didn't want to wake you up!"

Oh, my sweet, sweet girl. :)