Surviving summer vacation: Day 1

I awoke at dawn.  The fauna's incessant chirping to greet the day rouses me from a multiple dog encumbered slumber.  I alit from my perch, lightly treading downstairs, seeking the solitary shelter of my office enclave.  I trade maniacally as if endlessly treading water, stressfully fighting to end the day at break even.  I successfully forage for a grain based cereal resembling the alphabet.  And then, just when you thought it was safe to proceed with the day, the offspring make their presence known.  The morning's serenity is shattered, like a loud playlist of electro-pop and video game soundtracks.  The bursting-with-energy eldest is soon taxied off to his idyllic day at the beach, skimming the gnar that is fiery Aliso.  Skim up Skimmer Dude - enjoy your last carefree summer of, as William Wallace put it:  FREEDOM.  The introverted youngest, fearing repercussions, makes rare appearances - trying to remain incognito as she entertains herself with her latest survival gadget (a graduation present of a Nintendo 3DS), only presenting herself for sustenance, e.g. Ramen.  I am able to round her up and commandeer her to walk the remaining beasts.  It's only the first day of a long summer marooned with these two unstructured rug rats.  I don't know how I would survive for long, if not for hammock!