Sunday morning. I wake up 7 o'clock am. Breakfast, hair, get dressed. Somebody's ironing someone's shirt while they eat their breakfast and somebody's doing their hair while eating their breakfast. Coffee. Tea. Hot chocolate.
"Mom, does this belt look ok with this skirt?"
"It looks fine."
"Dad, why did you put jelly on my half of the sandwich?"
Little sis refuses to eat the sandwich with jelly on it.
"I'm thinking no belt with the skirt."
"LITTLE SIS WILL YOU PLEASE STOP SINGING!"
"Dad, do you want the rest of my sandwich?"
Little plays Yankee Doodle on the piano.
"We're gonna be late!"
Eventually we rush out the door and then the rest of the morning at church is much more peaceful.
That's the reality of Sunday mornings, ya'll.
And in the middle of all this this I managed to sneak outside and take some pictures.
My chickens were grumpy. I feed them in the mornings and at the moment I didn't have any food. They followed me around, like they always do, until I gave them some. Then they could care less about me. Chickens.
Then I went to see the kittens.
The leaves are turning. I love autumn.
(photo credit, mom)
And that was my Sunday morning.
How was yours?
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