As normal as it all gets

Well, Tommy is at work. His schedule sucks as far as I am concerned. He works from 4:30am to 1pm with Mondays and Tuesdays off.
Today, I sent in a resume to a school district that I really want to work in so please, pray for me.
Every morning, when I get up and go upstairs, I am greeted with a big, "GRAMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!" I have to pick up a princess and a big boy. I get a hug and a kiss from the princess and a head butt from the big boy. It is a lovely way to start the day.
Camden (my big boy) loves to come look at my cat. He stands at our bedroom door yelling, "Kitty Kitty." So I open the door and he runs in screaming and the cat runs under the bed in pure terror. Then he points under the bed and says, "MEOW MEOW!" After that, his true reason for demanding entry comes to light when he points to a box of Wheat Thins and says, "Cracker!" Meanwhile, Reagan (the princess) is right behind him but quieter. They both get one Wheat Thin and I chase them out of my room.
Yesterday, Tommy was sitting in the living room with his shirt unbuttoned. I don't know why. I swear he is becoming my grandfather (and he never even met my grandfather). Since we arrived in St. Peters he sits around in no shirt or an open shirt. He didn't do this in Palm Springs. Reagan called him, "The hairy guy!" It made him button up. She told him that nobody wanted to see that.
She cracks me up. Today she drew a picture of my cat for me. Then she drew a picture of Tommy to give him when he got home from work. ROFL! She put hair on both sides and left the top bald..looked just like him. He was so happy to get the picture.
I am loving being with my family.