Scraps and Snippets from a Morning

I woke up late. Aleady chasing the day. But what to do except just the next thing. And get a move on already! The laundry. The dishes. The toys. The usual really, but today it's all yesterday's leftovers. When I got out of the shower, all was fairly quiet. I could hear Josh's breathy whistling downstairs - "When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again- Hurrah! Hurrah!" I entered the kitchen and found this:  (Join me here to read more...)