I've been served.

Two more mornings of a little extra lazy- no schedule.
I didn't say nothing to do, just no schedule.
I had said goodbye (really early) to the handsome guy with the suitcase and was acquainting myself with the day by looking through pictures of summer weddings on that social network.
I could hear the boys rustling downstairs and playing on the computer and getting their breakfast. I was thinking about how it was getting on towards 8 am and I better get myself moving.

Can you imagine if, just then : Those same boys walked in my bedroom door with a plate of: scrambled eggs, glass of OJ, a cinnamon bun, and perhaps.......a piece of multi-grain toast with strawberry freezer jam- for me?

That's what happened. I was just sitting there and they came in, one was giggly because they didn't really know what had come over them, and the other one really wanted to get back to his computer game. So, off to his computer game he went and the other one stayed to visit with me and make sure everything was cooked/toasted/served/etc. to my liking. The same little goobers that used to wake me up at 4am to eat and have their diapers changed- now bringing me breakfast in bed, a welcome turn of events I'd say.