It’s like a scene out of a movie depicting the perfect morning.
A mother making breakfast, politely waking her kids up with the smell of bacon, pancakes and eggs she’s made them for breakfast, which they will eat with smiles on their faces before school.
That’s how I picture my school mornings going, yet, it never turns out that way at all.
Oh, I have the best intentions of making the house like a Disney movie, but let’s face it, that’s not reality.
I do, however, always try to greet my youngest son John, 7, with a “good morning,” as he comes into the bedroom between 5:30 or 6 a.m. every morni...
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