Greetings, everyone. Hope you are enjoying a beautiful fall day wherever you are.
It is 10:35 a.m. and the kids have the day off school (Yom Kippur).
Because they are morning people (or more accurately, crack-of-dawn people), we have all been up and TOGETHER for many hours already.
Breakfast and assorted snacks have been prepared, enjoyed and somewhat tidied away. An entire blanket fort ghost town is spread across my bedroom floor. A praying mantis has been captured and set free somewhere in the dining room. Two brand-new rolls of Scotch tape have been completely consumed.
Everyone has been sent to their room at least once.
This morning, after a particularly heinous breakfast experience, I looked across the table at my husband and half-jokingly, half-breakdowningly asked, "Are you sure you don't wanna take the day off?"
"Yeah," Em piped up. "Mom gets the day off EVERY DAY!"
Oh boy. I can't wait to throw that one back at her in, say, 25 years.
That is, if I survive until bedtime.