(this was from last week... Now it's over. Sigh.)
Spring break finally has perfect timing.
Here at our house we hadn’t really adjusted to the day light savings time thing. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – the good Lord, had he wanted us up this early, would turn the lights on.
But now it’s Spring Break! A week of not getting up during o’dark thirty !
Now we can sleep in every single day this week – because, wisely, we are without a plan. In fact, we never have big plans during spring break. We’re not the “travel somewhere exotic” kind of family. We’re more of a “isn’t it nice not to have to go somewhere” kind of family. We revel in the freedom from schedules, appointments, and routine.
Only during spring break are we never late for anything. We don’t check watches. We lounge around in the morning and breakfast disappears completely – replaced by brunch, a much more reasonable alternative.
During spring break, bedtimes are tossed out the window and we stay in our Pjs for at least one entire day.
Or, if you’re a fashionista, you get to change clothes more often.
Yes, Mireya, who at seven is thrilled with the idea of getting to do “whatever you want for a few hours” is taking full advantage of the situation. Which is to say, she’s wearing multiple outfits throughout the day and lobbying for bringing out the spring wardrobe box.
Sierra, on the other hand, a more mature 11, is happy with the double allotment of goldfish crackers, Pjs all day, and a perpetual ponytail instead of a new hairstyle every morning.
Already we’ve had our first adventure – the indoor dog wash.
It was still a little chilly to wash the dogs outside, so, thanks to tag team begging/pestering, the girls gave two of our three dogs a bath in the shower (the big dog shrewdly hid under the table). Mireya was thrilled to break out a bathing suit, Sierra was happy to be doing something that was both dog related and potentially messy.
Both bathed dogs, of course, were horrified by the entire experience – particularly the post bath outfits (a Scarlet O’Hara-esqe gown and a Tux shirt. Seriously). At this point neither dog is willing to walk into the bathroom, even for a hot dog bribe.
Hopefully the cat has taken note and is hiding out until Monday.