... and release

Most of my mornings begin with children either screaming or poking me into consciousness. My days rarely start out pleasantly. There is the occasional day that I wake up in a good mood and immediately want to spend time with my children, but mostly I just hide my head under my pillow and swat at them, telling them to go downstairs and watch TV. Usually, I end up walking down the stairs, setting them up with some sort of "breakfast" (which generally includes little more than a box of Froot Loops or Nilla Wafers on the table and a couple of water bottles) and then going back upstairs to crawl in bed for a couple of unsatisfying minutes. When I'm really super lucky, they just go down themselves.

The other morning was one of those lucky ones. The girls got up together, came into my room and harassed me together and then went downstairs to watch cartoons and raid the pantry together. When I finally pulled myself out of bed and came down to check on them, I found them both sitting on the couch with glazed over eyes and dropped jaws. Immediately I turned to see what it was that had them so captivated. This is what I found...




I started laughing as hard as I could that early in the morning (I use the term "early" quite loosely) until Jane stopped me with an offended look on her face.

"MOM! These are REALLY good stretches for pregnant women!"

My apologies. I had no idea.

I asked her if she wanted to watch cartoons, but both she and Lizzy refused and so I was forced to watch some (unstable) woman sit and stretch on public television while I sat on the couch eating a Nilla Wafer and wondering why I had gotten out of bed for this. It made qubo seem downright entertaining, I'd have much rather spent that time learning what kinds of quirky problems Postman Pat and his trusty cat, Jess were resolving in Greendale that day.