Telepathic Bat Signal
My kids abandon the toys in my office for days. Yet the instant I finally clean them up, they swarm back as if summoned by some telepathic bat signal, build for ten minutes, and scatter again. The cycle had to wait today, though: after a week flying solo, I drove to Alabama to bring the wife home.
It's funny to me that the kids can completely lose interest in the toys that are in my office. After days of no activity, I get tired of seeing the toys and stepping around them, so I clean them up. Almost like some sort of telepathic bat signal, the kids know that my office is finally back to its tidy state, and they want nothing more than to get out the magnet tiles or dominoes (or both) and build and build and build ... and then lose interest and run away and the cycle repeats itself.
We had an abundance of eggs a week ago, but serving four eggs each morning for seven mornings – and suddenly we don't have any eggs left. The kids got to indulge in their cold cereal breakfast with no egg "appetizer". K, in particular, was not overwhelmed with grief.
I'm leaving mid-afternoon to pick up S and W. We won't return until after the normal kid bedtime (8pm). I need a dinner plan. One of the freezer meals S left for us is labeled "sausage biscuits". It looks quick to heat up. I think that'll be the plan.
