Well, no. Not really.
The quiet or the lake.
Larry and the guys are out blowing stuff up that on a good day makes the house shake and you wonder momentarily if it was an earthquake or just the Marines. (the earthquakes last longer)
And seemingly when he's gone I think the kids are decidedly more obnoxious than when he's here. Like run around the house screaming like banshees obnoxious.
And tonight, if that wasn't enough. They decided to put the hood that they zipped off a winter jacket over each other's head and then run away from the blindfolded kid who then chases them yelling "MARCO!" while they answer "POLO!"
Now of course the hooded kid can see some because we haven't been to the ER for stitches yet. But it doesn't slow the running and chasing each other one bit.
So I decree "WE DON'T PLAY MARCO POLO IN THE HOUSE!!!!" and in about the time it took me to blink JM says "ok, we play Farco polo" and then yells "FARCO!"
I both laugh and cringe at their creativeness. But of course being bad cop mom, they're no longer running trying to loose a tooth. The older kids are in the shower and Kayla and JM have lined up all the pencils in the house, I think so they can decide which is the "best" and then of course will proceed to fight over it. As it is, they can't agree on which pencil is the best. So they're skipping straight to the bickering part of the night.
T minus 32 minutes 30 seconds to bed time. Not that anyone's counting or anything.
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