mondays

Oh, there is nothing quite so rotten as the Monday morning after a weeks break. Heads burrowed under covered grumbling that it can not possibly be time to get up. We are too sleepy. We want just one more day to play. Sometimes it is the hardest thing for me to wake a snuggly, sleep baby, because when they are awake they don't want to be babies, but as long as they are alseep, curled up, soft and quiet, they are little still.
Alas, it's back to school for all of us.

At least there are tulips. How bad can it be when there are tulips?