Today I am up before the little man. Usually it’s the other way around. He is such a morning person. Happily he’s content playing in his room until mommy can get herself in gear. He generally doesn’t have too long to wait (maybe a half hour or an hour). But due to the recent craziness I automatically woke up at 6am today. This morning will be the first time all week I’ve been allowed to eat breakfast. And it will be my first morning home with the little man. Though I’m afraid he’s going to be disappointed. I think he was enjoying, and starting to expect, our celebrity co-hosts. Every time he woke up this week one of his favorite grown-ups was either here already, or arrived shortly afterwards. Today it’ll just be boring old mom.