Why am I okay about the fact that I am eating Japanese noodle soup at 9:30 in the morning?
Because my youngest often goes through the day with no underwear.
Because my oldest told me at the very last minute that his science project needs to measured by meters, not inches.
Because my middle thinks she is getting a horse for Christmas.
Because my husband will be gone for 15 hours today.
Because the dog has maple syrup in his fur.
Do I really need an excuse?