Shhh.. do you hear that?
It’s the quiet that has now fallen across my home after a busy weekend!
Each year in February, the scouts have an event called “Thinking Day” during which the girls study a particular country (and the scouts therein) and then set up a booth about that particular country. My troop chose to learn and teach about Spain. We had decorations. We had balloons. We had streamers. We had crafts and we also had food. Admittedly, at the end of the event, I had a headache.
But I couldn’t stop there. Oh no..
For Sunday was baby girl’s 8th birthday. I decided to limit the invite list to a few people from class, her girl scout troop and a few neighbors. And so, day two of “bonding time” with the girls came around. Eighteen children under the age of 10 flooded my 3-bedroom, 1400 square foot home. Eighteen.. And we had games that required them to get up and move around. And thus, we had a constantly moving sea of shoulder-heighted, screaming pandemonium for three hours.
Ah, but that wasn’t the end of it.
Mini-Mi’s school was out today for teacher inservice and so, she had a slumber party with two of her best friends from school/scouts. The giggling continued until 10 pm. That’s when the whining and “I can’t sleep because so and so is doing such and such” began. I separated the girls from sleeping back to back and within five minutes of that, they were out. Cold.
Oh, but the mayhem didn’t stop there. Our doorbell rang at 6 this morning when one of the dads came to get his gigglebox early because of the snow. This woke the other two. Within an hour, the squealing started. Snow was falling.
Within a few minutes after that, Dad #2 picked up his wee one.
That brings us to now. I just hear my daughter eating her pancakes, a whisper of Scooby on the TV and my husband sorting through the 3-foot-tall pile of gifts my newly 8-year-old daughter received.
Ahh, quiet. I plan to enjoy this week and a half I have of silence before the chaos of cookies arrive at my home.