After General Conference this weekend my house looked like I had a frat party instead of just three kids playing during 8 hours of church (yeah, I know it sounds insane). Knowing, with spring break en force, I didn’t have to wade into the morning fray, I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning watching Firefly. (That “next episode” button is like crack, I tell ya.) When I wandered out of my dark room this morning (thank you black-out roman blinds) sleepy-eyed and disheveled, I was greeted with chaos.
Abby had brought a ream of paper up from my work room and all 500 sheets were spread all over the living room. Bean had carefully moved my antique cloche jar and sliver tray from the coffee table and balanced it precariously on a wing chair so he could draw scientifically accurate insects all over the table. He had also dragged up shipping boxes from the basement and used a whole roll of scotch tape to make what I can only assume was a USPS rocket. It was propped up with game pieces from Cranium, and a laundry basket. There was also a fort made from every blanket and pillow in the house, save those found on my bed.
From the basement I could hear Jeffrey hard at work on some next important level of the Wii. Wandering into the kitchen, someone had been making a collage by cutting up Lego directions and using glue sticks to paste them to 3 x 5 index cards. There were scraps of paper and crayons scattered to hell and back. Abby was sitting at the table, barefeet dangling absentmindedly and singing Primary songs to herself as she colored.
Jeffrey had clearly fed himself frozen burritos for breakfast, and there was a jar of jam on the counter with a spoon in it. Abby had a glass of milk beside her, so at least there was that.
You’d think from this that I must have slept half the day. Nope. This was all before 8:10 am. Welcome to Spring Break. It’s gonna be a long week.