It's going to be a good day

"Mom!" he whispered much too closely into my ear. I didn't need to look at the clock to know it was 0 dark thirty in the morning.

"Where do I put my dirty clothes?"

Oh great... an accident. He's almost 8. It's been ages since he's had an accident! At least he's big enough to take care of it himself now. He'll get changed and crawl into bed with me.

I drifted back to sleep...

You know that feeling you get when you're being watched? It woke me up. Before I opened my eyes I knew it was morning by the brightness shining through my eyelids. I also knew he was standing still & quiet, next to the bed, waiting for me to show any sign of waking.

"Mom!," he whispered, "Are you awake?"

"Um, not really. What's up?"

"Get up. I need to show you something."

Crap. This particular combination of words first thing in the morning is usually accompanied by some sort of mess needing immediate attention. So, I got up.

As I looked around I could see no mess. It was not just the lack of mess that was unusual, it was the lack of the usual mess. My bedroom floor was free of laundry and toys. His room was (gasp!) immaculate! The living room was clean.

"I did all the 'have to's' on our to-do list. Now we can just do the 'want to's' all day," he said with a proud grin.

I'm looking forward to a day of art projects, stories, games and snuggling on the couch!