A three day Easter holiday is a stinkin rip-off, but it has its perks.
The kids headed back to school today, still strung-out from all the sugary carb stuffing of yesterday and as evil-tempered as a pair of chihuahuas trapped at a pre-school. The Bohemian likes to see just how much of his candy he can eat that first day, and child - it is scary to think of, just based on the aftermath of decimated containers and sad little foil parings that once covered lovely dark chocolate lumps of goodness - am I rambling? Did it at least sound good?
He (the Bohemian) did try to weasel a day off out of me, by coming in to my bedroom groaning and giving me his best "I'm Sick, See?" face, but I wasn't biting. Oh hell no! Not after the insanity of maniacally excited pre-Easter kids, who twitch and jabber endlessly, just in anticipation of the sweet feast. Then they wake up on Easter at the butt crack of dawn and make poor night owl Mama (moi) get up right after she's just gone to bed, so she can watch them run around the house, cramming candy into their mouths, while she tries to balance a shaky cup of coffee and lean against the wall, moaning like Billy Crystal doing his old Jewish man schtick. This was the fun part, right? Oy.
No, they were going to school today, if only to give me a little peace. I smiled gaily as I dropped them off and headed for home and that first blissful cup of coffee, drank in complete silence.
Ahhh! School is a wonderful thing, best appreciated after a weekend of sugary debauchery.