I am sitting in the bathtub fully clothed holding a computer. Silas and Eden are whisper-fighting about being on each other's side of the sleep sofa bed, and Maeve is asleep at the foot of our bed. There is no where else to be in this hotel room but here.
We are in Costa Mesa for our last week of summer. School starts in 6 days, and I can't believe how ready I am. I bought Silas green pencils, fat pink erasers, and a pencil bag with a mouth in hopes they would rocket him into excitement. I wouldn't say my efforts have worked, exactly, but hopefully they've helped. Eden tries out Silas's phrases of protest, but really is ready to go.
Tonight I sat on our teeny hotel balcony and almost missed the sunset on the bay because of conversation, while the kids swam in the pool below us and Maeve slept in the room behind. I'm trying to front load our days, pitch them toward the jet lag with full mornings and second breakfasts. This is week two (last week was family beach week) of doughnuts regularly before dawn.
My brain is shutting down, now that it is 8:15 in the west, and I am going to stumble through the dark to bed. The kids have quieted, and early morning pancakes call.