Three weeks of school left, we were informed this morning by a grumpy 12 year old who was having one of those still-half-asleep mornings. Alex annoyed the snot out of his little brother by pointing out that he has finals next week, and then is done. I was mostly annoyed with the idea that Char's and my quiet time is coming to a close for a couple of months, and this place will be crawling with teen-and-tween-agers. The grocery bill will triple, because Char does not seem to believe in sending kids home for dinner; if they're here, they get fed, the only requirement is that they call some to make sure it's all right.
We may catch a break from the throngs of horny kids splashing in our pool; the kids have expressed an interest in going somewhere this summer. We hadn't given it much thought before Alex first brought it up, but in casual conversation at dinner we've determined that they do want a family vacation this year and they want to see "roots." Char has no desire to show them where she grew up, and they've seen Texas; what they want most is to see where I was born, where my parents grew up and met and got married.
I guess we're going to Ireland at some point this summer.
To be honest, I was hoping they wanted to go to Disney World. They're at the age where they could have fun and not require Mom and Dad to be right there all the time. We could borrow another kid and even the numbers out so that I don't have to get on rides with Kevin. Disney World would totally be doable, but no. They seem to think the should see the world before they're "too old."
I think it really means they want to see the world while Dad still has to pay for it.
I knew we shouldn't have raised them to be forward thinkers.