Bliss.

As the sun slowly disappears for the day, so do the rules of the house. "No jumping on the bed". "Stop yelling and running around". "Don't splash that water all over the floor, it will make a mess". After dinner we head upstairs for what has become my favorite time of the day, and the sillies come out. Laughing, splashing, running wild around our room, jumping and tumbling on our big bed. It is one of those rare occurrences where you can sit back and say, "This. THIS is a memory that will stay with me for the rest of my days, it is that good." Sweet-smelling babies, drunk with sleepiness and the fun of the day that we're finishing. Bliss.

Duuuuuuuuun. Done.

I had every intention of typing out a lovely blog post for today, but then Charlie moved from "slightly snotty nose" land firmly into "full-blown sick with cough and fever" territory. And the kids are fighting. And I'm still recovering from an exhaustingly fast-paced road trip this weekend that involved about four hours of sleep. And I have cleaned up dog puke twice before noon. And I am about ready to sign my house payment over to The Laundry, because it clearly owns this home. And I just finished cleaning poop out of an air duct in the playroom. Don't ask. This day? Is awesome so far. I think I'm done with it. Can I even really say that with a straight face at 12:00? Maybe I'll just write a haiku about it.

Bedtime feels light years
away right now.
Bourbon helps.

I think I've officially lost my mind.