Ever lovin’, sanity restorin’, God damn peace and quiet.
Just an hour ago this house was bouncing like a rave. Kid one was running around the house with his little brother’s pull up on his head. Not like a crown, though. He had it pulled down so far it was a mask and he was looking through a leg hole.
Meanwhile, Kid two was either jumping on his bed or doing headstands in his bed. They clearly were not ready for bed. They were all hyped up and ready for a rodeo.
An hour before that they were chasing each other through the house ricocheting off the walls, screaming with either laughter or anger. One would pick and pick and pick, laughing the whole time. Then the other would scream and chase the picker. The picker would run screaming for their life.
An hour before that they were outside. Awe hell no, it still wasn’t quiet. Bang was on his little, motorized four-wheeler screaming. His big brother had the audacity to try to ride it, too. As far as Bang is concerned his big brother is too big to be on it. That doesn’t stop his brother, though. We could hear the frustrated scream inside with the windows and doors and shut tight. The boy’s got pipes.
In the beginning all was quiet. Then we had kids. Would I rather have kept the quiet? Or would I rather keep the kids? I’d be lying if I said I’d rather keep the quiet. I’d also be lying if I said I liked all the noise. Or at least the sibling rivalry noise. The laughter playing together noise is musical. It’s the difference between listening to James Taylor and Metallica.
The roaring thunder has now passed. The storm has quieted. Except for Dozer and Timbit runnin’ their asses off on their wheels, peace reigns again.We’re getting caught up on our shows preparing ourselves for the ruckus that will undoubtedly resume in the morning. I’m as sure of that as I am that someone will pee on the toilet.
Note: For those of you who are curious about the shows, we’re watching The Voice and Blindspot and Grey’s Anatomy.