Saoirse and Quinn are signed up for a handful of mini “camps” at their local MyGym–basically, they’re hour-and-a-half-long play classes wherein the teachers barricade the doors, lock the parents out, run the kiddos around till they’re panting, then load up their blood sugar again with a snack right before they unlock the doors and relinquish the wound-up sweatballs unto their parents. Needless to say, this will be the highlight of SK’s summer. The women (and by “women,” I mean the absolutely adorable 20-something twins whom I want to kidnap and make my sisters because I do admire them so) who run the place suggested I sign up Quinn, as well, even though I was concerned she’d be a little too young for it, but alas, the child bolted into the play area at drop-off and didn’t look back until she needed a ride home. As for me? Well, I had grand plans when I thought about these five days–a total of seven and a half hours!!–I would have to myself. I mean, this…
