None of us like the Sunday mornings after Drew has to work the night before. It means a tired Mama, two rambunctious girls, and a Daddy that really needs to sleep. Add over 38 weeks of pregnancy to that and its a LONG day. Especially when I can't stop nesting instead of resting.
It also means that we didn't have our big family breakfast this morning.
But it DOES mean that for dinner we had Daddy's pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruit - and I got to sit and play puzzles in the floor with my girls while he cooked.
So Sunday was sweet after all.
Hope you had a great day! Happy Sunday!