Mama!” I rolled over in bed. The faces of my three-year-old twins, Ezra and Naomi, stared back at me.
“I wet my bed,” announced one. “I can’t find my blankie,” said the other.
“Ma!” echoed from the next room. Five-year-old Eli, who, like the twins, was adopted, proclaimed, “I’m hungry.”
My husband, Josh, had slipped out to work so I could sleep in on this first day of Christmas break. My kids had other plans. I peeled myself from the bed. Mayhem ensued at the breakfast table.
This bagel was “crooked,” that glass of milk tasted “eww.” Eli was sitting too close to Ezra, and Naomi didn’t want to watch Dora on TV.
“Why can’t we go to school today?” Ezra demanded. “Mama, you’re boring!”
Ugh! For me, Christmas break…