Mondays

Mondays. I don't hate them.
I know, wierd, right?
Mr. TheZoo is home on Mondays.
That often means a great big grand slam breakfast made at home, by Mr. TheZoo.
It means I get to sleep in, even after the children are getting out of bed, because there is another adult in the house that can do what needs to be done.
It means snuggle time with all the kiddos. Because there are two laps and four arms.
Please excuse the super short post this morning, I'm still snuggling.