A Parent's Road is a Tired One

My husband was right.

The girls went to bed at 11:30 p.m. last night. (They share a room and can often be found "having picnics" or "going camping" after lights out.) Since it was so late when they laid down their little heads, I figured they'd sleep until at least 9 a.m.

My husband said, "They'll probably be up at 7."

Not to be outdone, Natalina pounded up the stairs at 6:38 a.m. I tried to put her back to bed, but I knew it was an exercise in futility.

She was hungry, she said. So I fixed her some cereal, and got her and Dulce dressed. She ate three pieces of cereal.

The real reason she was up is that the days are getting longer. The sun is shining earlier. She even pointed outside to prove me wrong. "But, mom, it's light out, see?"

Now they're busy wrecking my house, which I could swear they just did yesterday, and the day before, and the day before.

Also, demanding cake. Because that's a perfectly reasonable request.

Edited to add: I know why! I told them we would make strawberry shortcake today! Never do this. Never  give them something to look forward to. I make this mistake once every few weeks, and it always ends up like this. They have been asking me nonstop when we're making the cake.

The only solution is to run them ragged, I guess. We're just getting over a cold and they don't know what to do with all their energy. But they're still coughing and sneezing so I can't really take them anywhere public. Looks like it's bikes, and tag, and the big bad wolf game today, over and over again. I've got to tucker them out.

Wish me luck.