Ah, the quiet.
The noise one child can make is quite astounding. Especially when combined with a sibling.
One, you see, cannot bicker without the other.
At least not yet. It's only been an hour since my youngest son went to his best friend's house for a playdate.
This is my re-entry into normal life, which officially begins tomorrow when school starts again. It has been 16 days (18 hours and 15 minutes, but who's counting) since the start of winter break -- and forced family togetherness.
Don't get me wrong--it has been a wonderful holiday. We've had some nice times. Decorating the Christmas tree with longtime friends from Texas, reveling the the snow with my Texan brother and his family , the New Year's Day gathering with a few friends with matching siblings for ours. All in all, a great way to celebrate.
It is just the almost constant bickering of my boys where I lose patience. "Well, he started it" echoes in my brain endlessly. I hear my mother in my response: "I don;t care who started it; I'm going to end it." I do, however, stop short of knocking their heads together as she did.
Nonetheless, it has been impossible to maintain any sane strain of thought during this time. Taking the ornaments from the tree on the day after Barack Obama's awesome win in Iowa, I mentally composed an entry for this blog on the important role of change in society. Out with the old, in with the new, I wrote in my head.
But before I could get pen to paper (or more accurately, fingers to keyboard), I had to don my referee stripes and mediate yet another tragic consequence of brotherhood. After raising these two, I think I could go into foreign service negotiating peace agreements.
No one said parenting would be easy, but then no one ever mentioned it would be quite this challenging either.
Anyone up for year-round schooling?