Ah, Twinsdays. Back before I was fully gainfully employed, every Thursday, Sarah and I would get together and go to the Farmer’s Market or some other market, have lunch, spend a few hours, and she had the twins along until they went to school. It became my favorite day of the week. I missed it when I went back to the workplace full-time, but Sarah still brought the twins (and brothers) along to meet for lunch on most Thursdays. The kids all enjoyed Large Financial Company and Large Company in Richmond’s cafeterias (the latter more than the former, as it had a way better selection of food).
In any case, a couple of weeks ago, the twins complained to me that I had taken each of their older brothers home for an overnight after Friday night services in the past month or so. Jake and I saw Thor, and Nate and I went out for breakfast at a favorite restaurant. The twins wanted to know when they got to stay over Aunt Meryl’s again. I told them after school was over.
Well. Last weekend, I was in NJ. The week before that, I was in South Carolina for my nephew’s graduation from Marine Boot Camp. This weekend, I had planned to do nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not. A. Thing. Because I wanted my peace and quiet. And then Sarah says to me, “So the twins are coming over this weekend?”
Sigh.
School ended Friday. School was over. Nine-year-olds are extremely literal. And as they’d already begun to talk about how excited they were about staying over Aunt Meryl’s, well, there you have it. Today is Twinsday.
We saw Mr. Popper’s Penguins this afternoon, and we are going out to dinner in a couple of hours. The movie was very amusing. Max told me all about how different the book was on the way home (I asked; I’ve never read it). And now, they’re downstairs playing Little Big Planet. They’re very excited because they’re sleeping somewhere different now. Rebecca usually sleeps on a mattress in my office, and Max sleeps in the guest room because they go to sleep first, and if Max won’t go to sleep if his brothers are doing something interesting in front of him. The older boys sleep on the sofabed and in a sleeping bag, depending on which one wants to do what. This time, Rebecca is getting the guest room and Max wants the sofabed. He’s been asking me to open it up since he got here. Nope. Eight o’clock, and no sooner, I say.
Well, I’ll have my peace and quiet tonight after they’re asleep.