"Mama!" his fake whispers begin. "Guess what?!"
"ugneha??" I mumble.
And his bony little squirrelly body flips and flops and flails, sucking all the warmth out from beneath the blankets and letting in the cold morning air.
I shiver and peek out from under my pillow.
Why is there no sunlight yet? What time is it? How, ingod'sname, could I have possibly spawned an early-riser?
"IT'S SPRING BREAK, MAMA!!!!! NO SCHOOOOOOOL!!!!!!!" he whisper-squeals as he kamikaze hugs me.
And at some point, Saia makes her way in and under the covers, and we talk about our dreams, and we watch a few cartoons, and then we finally roll out of bed for breakfast and begin to throw together the list. The what-are-we-gonna-do-during-spring-break-so-that-we-don't-drive-one-another-completely-crazy list.
So far, it looks like this:
- movies (How to Train Your Dragon)
- park with picnic and kites
- beach with picnic
- BART into the City
- Ferry into the City
- pottery-making place
- scooters down to the lake with picnic
- bikes and roller skates around the block
- paint pictures of each other on canvas
- reptile place
- make a recyclable materials project
Aren't you exhausted just reading it? Yeesh, they're a demanding little bunch.
But with this gloomy rainy weather I will be utterly shocked if I can manage to get them dressed and out of the house even one time this week. This morning, they've already sidetracked themselves with lightsabers from their Easter baskets. It's occupied them for an hour already. Hmm. Who knew?