Tonight, at 10:15 p.m., I telephoned my neighbor down the street to ask her to send my boys home.
A bit later, the doorbell rang. Her son was at my door asking if I found the boys yet. “They didn’t come out with me,” he said.
That’s when I realized they must be upstairs, quietly playing the Nintendo Wii with their younger brother.
Way to keep track of the kids.
Tomorrow is the last day of Vacation Bible School at church. The kids have all gone every day–the teenagers have helped and the younger two have participated and everyone seems to have had a great time. I know I’ve had a great time having the house to myself for almost three hours each morning.
That’s something I could get used to. (And next fall my baby girl goes off to kindergarten . . . I know I should feel nostalgic, but at the moment, all I feel is happy anticipation. I will cry later.)