Well, let's just build a blanket tent in the living room, why don't we? Let's just tear the whole house apart while we're at it. And ask for hot chocolate. And resist bedtime. RESIST RESIST RESIST! Well. . . .
Mom hides out in the bedroom reading Anna Karenina. She (Anna) and her husband are not getting along so well. She's gotten herself into a fix. Meanwhile the upper-class Scherblatzsky (or whatever her name is) girl, is at the spa trying to get over a broken heart. Good luck with that, sweetie. Thank God my stepmom bought me a copy of this book after I told her how much money I always owe the libraries because of my inability to finish books on time.
I'd better check on the tent city now.