A wet and miserable, hence lazy, day

The weather cooperated today: with LOML and I being in particularly unenergetic frames of mind, and the children wanting to play balloon catch inside for hours, we had a spectacularly nothing-y lazy day. Just what we wanted.
Of course, for the children it is a three day weekend (Presidents' Day, or perhaps more accurately, All Presidents' But the Resident's Day), so Boo and Skibo can sit at home and contemplate Millard Fillmore and other strangely named individuals. It will be interesting to see tomorrow morning if they bounce out of bed the way they have been doing recently -- on weekends they have this unerring sense of "we don't have to go to school, so we can come and bounce on Mummy and Daddy in their bed at 6am", whereas on schooldays, they are much more restrained. By which I mean that they have to be physically lifted out of bed at 7:25 or 7:30. And dressed. Unerring, I tell you. Unnerving too.

Yours, bounced upon,
N.