It was shortly before six in the morning on Sunday when Alex announced that he was up and ready to start the day. Juliette wasn’t far behind, joining Alex and Papa at the breakfast table just before seven. So much for a lazy, relaxing Sunday.
Outside, it was pouring with rain and by 8am, the kids patience had worn out. They were running around the house, beating the living daylights out of one another, and basically destroying the place. It was time for drastic action — time to take the kids to an indoor play center to let them burn off some energy.
Luckily, it wasn’t nearly the sugar-fueled madhouse that passes for an indoor play center in the US. Sure, it was noisy, but the kids were generally all well-behaved and there weren’t many tears to be heard. As parents, we were able to sit in (relative) peace and enjoy a cup of coffee, while the kids had a great time playing. The only tears were when we told Juliette it was time to leave.