All is quiet
Grandma took all three kids off our hands last night; Bonnie and I woke up this morning to the glorious sound of silence. We woke up at a natural time this morning, without the pre-dawn shrieking and yelling ritual we've become accustomed to.
Bonnie was able to rest her coffee on the floor without worrying about someone coming by and kicking it over. I was able to go down to the kitchen without being assaulted with demands for cereal or bagels.
"Boarding school," I said to Bonnie, after a few moments of peace and quiet on the living room sofa. "Let's only let them home on the weekends and holidays."