Like a herd of buffalo
Day one of the kids being home was okay. Grandma took Bob and James for the afternoon and Bonnie brought Emme to some American Girl monthly gathering at the Barnes and Noble.
Today, though, the kids were home. And, despite the beautiful weather, indoors for most of the day.
My office is directly below the living room. So almost continuously from about 8:30 to about 3:00, when they took off to run an errand, it sounded like a herd of buffalo were thundering overhead, occasionally broken with the shrill screams and yells of elementary school and pre-school aged children in various stages of distress.
This is what I expect war sounds like from an underground bunker.