Sound of Silence

By 5 minutes into our day, our house is filled with more noise than the horns blaring during traffic at rush hour. By the time I've finished my first cup of coffee, I've heard a cacophony of hoots, cackles, whistles, laughter, crying, screaming, piano, stomping, slamming, and just a rather loud discordant mixture of sounds. As you can imagine (or maybe you can't imagine in your wildest dreams), the volume reaches heights that nearly burst my delicate eardrums. I'm surprised Eben's first words weren't "Shhhh! Not so loud!' for I feel that those are the words I say more than any other as of late.

In spite of the painful loudness, the only sound more threatening is the sound of silence. When a sudden wave of silence comes upon this house, one of two things is happening. One, my children have miraculously fallen into a peaceful slumber of exhaustion or Two, someone is into something they should not be into. Today, it was the latter. The girls were downstairs working on a project, and little Eben? Well, picture this: me coming round the corner in slow motion, hearing nothing but silence, to see him on his hands and knees splashing blissfully.... in a puddle...in the bathroom...on the floor. Then putting the pieces of this picture that does not make sense together, as I spot Thessaly's big girl potty lying on it's side. Aye, aye, aye. Oh well, I guess it was time to clean the bathroom again, and he could always use another bath. And you wonder why we're always sick?! :-P

Good excuse to pull out the fatigues and get some spring cleaning done. It's all perspective, right?!