It doesn't matter what it smells like, you can't eat that.

Day 1:

I have our king sized bed all to myself with the hubs gone.  I can steal the covers, stretch out, and relax... that is until the kids find me at 7:00 am on the dot.  It doesn't matter what time they go to sleep in the evening, their little internal clocks are set for 7:00 am.  Must find a way to reset this...

Little bodies jump and wiggle on me.  Ow, that's my bladder kid, scootch on over.  Ahh, much better, let's all snuggle under the covers and enjoy our morning.  But Jackalope the two year old smells like urine and needs a diaper change.  And someone else has morning breath.  And now I'm smelling cookies?  Oh no, my six year old daughter, Kitten, is rooting through my bedside drawer and found my cookie scented lubricant and is now using it as lotion on her arms.  Wait!  Now her four year old brother, Super H, is licking her arm because he licks everything, like all the time but that's another story.    Kids, it doesn't matter what it smells like, you can't eat that.   Um....  Let's go have breakfast!