Regularity

There is no one more "regular" in this world than my son. Ever morning N gets the kids up and feeds the breakfast. As soon as Daddy leaves Shane is standing by my bed telling me he has to poop. Well, go then, son... have a good time! There is nothing like waking up to wipe someone's butt before you even have your contacts in, or even have your first Coke of the day. (Duh... of course I drink Coke to wake-up instead of coffee. Are you new here?) The end result is I know I can stay in bed when N is telling me "Hon, I'm leaving!!" without worrying the kids will be unattended, because Shane will come get me before N turns the street corner. Ah, the joys of parenting.