I don't really talk to the girls until after I'm showered, dressed, and on the way to retrieve my coffee. I say the rote instructions, "It's time to brush teeth, get dressed, turn off the lights..." but no real conversation until there's at least the promise of caffeine.
As I reach the bottom step, I say, "Good morning, my girly girls!"
Together they respond, "Good morning, Mommy!"
Today, Lauren adds, "I hope you are in a better mood than you were last night."
"Me too," I say, "Last night was very trying."
She smiles. "We'll work on it."