This about sums it up: 10am, sound asleep. The black and white lump in the bed is Carter. I’ve always joked that we don’t need more than a two bedroom house because the kids always end up in the same bed anyway.

Ah, spring break sleep ins for everyone. The only reason I was awake before 10 this morning is because Camille had a friend coming over to play. It was a real sacrifice to set the alarm for 9am. It’s been a week of staying up late, sleeping in, and empty calendars. My kind of paradise.
The weather has still been crazy. We had thunder, lightning, and heavy rain last night and it’s gray and gloomy today and looks like it could still rain again, with a sprinkle here and there. It’s still hot (90 something), but from inside it looks like the kind of day to stay inside by the fireplace, curled up with a book. I’m good with all of that (except for the fireplace part).
I keep encouraging the kids to read or do something that’s not in front of a screen, but they are in gaming mode. It’s kind of cute because they are playing together (including Camille) and also playing with school friends, even those who are on vacation. I admit I felt better last night when I asked who they were playing with and they named friends who are vacationing in Ireland. At least mine are only wasting time at home and not wasting time in a foreign country. (Just kidding. I know they were back at the hotel for the evening and probably needed some downtime after a day of sightseeing).
They also play with their cousins and that’s a redeeming factor too. I love hearing them call out, “Jack! Go over there. Protect me!” and know that they are still able to maintain relationships with family despite being as far apart as possible on the globe. So I’m going to bite my tongue and let them be. At least for a few more days. Besides, when they’re busy gaming, I get to be busy knitting and marathoning episodes of The Resident, my latest favorite show. It’s like ER meets Revenge, with drama, comedy, and suspense all wrapped up in one show. Good times.
