Last week I had great hopes for getting back into a routine and getting back to "school." Well, you'd think I would know better by now. As I was sitting at the table drinking my coffee and alternately reading a book and knitting, the girls sauntered down the stairs and into the kitchen. I cheerfully informed them that we would be buckling down and getting things done today. They un-cheerfully growled at me and I chalked it up to a lack of sustenance so I fed them breakfast. While they were eating, I went back upstairs to get dressed and make my bed, thereby setting a good example of getting back into the routine. When I came back downstairs, this is the scene I found. Olivia decided to write a book, Anna thought illustrating a graphic novel would be a good use of her time and Saragh was designing the ultimate weapon to take over the world (Her words, not mine. No joke.). Well, of course their plans for the day sounded way better than what I had dreamed up. I mean, seriously, if Saragh's going to take over the world, her future is pretty much set, right? It will certainly save on college tuition. It's times like these when I wonder why I ever doubt their ability to navigate their own way in this world? If they can come up with this kind of stuff, it would be almost cruel of me to make them abandon it. So, I definitely learned my lesson, at least for the time being. I'm going to continue to sit back and enjoy the ride they are taking me on.