I get up at 5:30ish to prepare for work, blog, and read stuff on the internet.  The primary purpose for this is that it's the only hour of solitude I can carve out in the day.  I come down here, make the coffee, sit quietly, and breathe deeply.  At 6:30, I drag the family out of bed.

But today, I padded out of my room to discover multiple lights on.  I descended the steps, and the children were cuddled up on the couch watching Spooky Buddies.  It's a movie starring Golden Retriever puppies.

"What are you guys doing down here?" I asked.  "This is usually my alone time."

Mac smiled ridiculously and said, "Well, Mom, today this is our time."

Then, they starting asking for things.

"Just give me ten minutes," I said.  Everything is ruined.