Monday Morning

I hate Monday mornings. I know alot of people do, but I just miss the girls so much on Mondays. This morning was really awful I was sitting on the couch, because Margaret asked me to sit for a few minutes, and as soon as I sat down, they were both in my lap. And, then I tried to get up a few minutes later, and I got one off but then when I reached to release myself from the death grip of the other, Portia climbed right back in my lap. I was imprisoned by my children. Literally. Imprisoned by wiggly little girls who refuse to let me stand up. Boo. It was awful to extract myself and head out.