Sorta on a Break

The Child is out of school as this is the week her class is in DC. We're calling it the "Not DC Week". On Sunday she packed her suitcase and checked into the Hotel Delmonico (don't know why I decided to name it that..just did). She's being very cool about all this...keeping a journal of her week, just like her classmates, and planning adventures with moi of a semi-educational nature (which is how we justify her not going to school every day and sitting in the 7th grade class doing busy work, which is what would have happened otherwise).

We are going to do a historical survey of our neighborhood & tour Underground Seattle. We are building a pinpoint camera from a kit (beastly thing) and reading Prince Caspian in preparation for the movie premiere on Friday. We're going to bake. (Shortcake, probably, to go with the gorgeous strawberries I bought yesterday).

We're also sleeping in. Well, here's what I'm doing: I go to bed without setting my alarm and wake up slightly when The Spouse kisses me goodbye, only to luxuriously rolling back over and going to sleep. I think to myself, "I love sleeping in. This is great. Sleep is great". Then I wake up because I really do feel quite refreshed and might as well get started on the day. Then I look at my clock and it says "6:20". That's right. I'm sleeping a whole 20 minutes more than usual. Sheesh.

Anyway, we're having a very nice time and The Child is being ever so cute and cooperative and charming. Yesterday when we started to work on the camera she said, "Let's be British". So we talked in British accents. Which was a good thing, too, because somehow it kept us from completely losing our tempers over the very fussy little project. Still upper lip and all that.

Point is, I may or may not feel like blogging much this week. Although I probably will. Just not first thing in the morning. 'Cause, you know, I'm sleeping in.