Rough Start

Here is how my morning started (and basically the downhill direction it went in):

Girls wake up early.  6:30 shouldn't exist.

I stumble into their room wondering why.  Why so early?  Why not just keep sleeping?  Why not wait until the sun has risen?

Cross: annoyed and irritable.  A great way to describe how I feel.

I stand at the window trying to summon up a cheerful morning greeting for my girls when I hear Kaia say softly:

"Dear God.  Please make my mom go away."

I thought to myself, she must have asked God to help me get awake, right?!

I should ignore her but I don't.  I ask Kaia what she just said.

Kaia says, "I was just talking to God, mom. I asked him to make you go away."

Ouch.