They have arrived home and it is hard for me to believe that less than 24 hours ago I said, "I miss my children." We picked them up from the drop point, went grocery shopping, came home, ate lunch, tried to get Q to take a nap (to no avail) and then spent the rest of the afternoon begging for mercy.
I had a friend of mine say to me recently, "You really are in the trenches of parenting." And its true. I have the oldest children out of my old circle of friends. I am in the trenches. And this weekend was like Christmas - when the battle takes a pause and the soldiers gather around and celebrate instead of worry for their lives. (You know, this is how it worked at some point...like in WWI, I think.) So, this weekend there was a pause in the battle, but now it is back on, and I am dealing with this things like this....
"No, Quinn! No! That could kill you!"
The girls were supposed to be coloring with him. Instead, he wanted to play with the stapler. I'm not really sure if it could have killed him, but its better not to try and find out.
It is really amazing though how peaceful and quiet our house was 12 hours ago. My sanity was restored, only to be depleted within 2 hours of them being home.