So I vaguely remember hearing DH calling out to the mice (the two legged variety) to get out of the kitchen then a whole lot of inaudible muttering and back into dream land for me.
Of course I was plesantly surprised to find that my two able children had thought to prepare breakfast for me to have in bed (yuck to the crumbs) without any prompting from anyone. My how I love them.
The credits for this can be found here at Weeds and Wildflowers
