The paper

It's one of the mornings in which my paper is late. Late being, it is now 6:50 am. The kids are finishing an episode of the Fresh Beat Band. The kids love this show. I don't mind it because there's a lot of music - which is why the kids like it.

Peering out the door for the third time - still no paper. I feel like my day can't get started unless I have a cup of tea and my paper.

I know I could read the news online. But I like the feel of the paper. I like to hold it. I like to be able to move it around. I just really like my paper.

Scott won't speak until he takes a shower. Payton and Ian are not very nice children until they watch a little TV with their milk and half a pop tart.

I'm sure everyone has a morning ritual.

I have a narrow window of opportunity or all is lost.

It's now 7 am.

I hope my paper comes soon.