As the first full week of school since before Christmas draws to a close, my children are on the verge of killing each other. Fatigue has set in with a week full of school, church, choir, extra classes and just being kids. Stomachs have been punched. Rear ends have been kicked. Faces in pictures have been injured with pencils. But then on the flipside, hugs have been given, empathy has been shown, tears have been wiped and interpretive duet dances have been choreographed to Schoolhouse Rock's version of "The Preamble". As parents, we try to make sense of the emotional waves that ebb and flow in this house. Uhhhh, no luck. What they need is an 8pm bedtime, a little melatonin and a week to sleep life off. They have been stressed and carrying a lot more than the 6, 9 or 12 year old me did. I was drawing pictures, listening to "The Muppet Movie" soundtrack and doing one of those middle schooly "Love-Hate-Marriage" experiments using a cute boy's and my names to determine our not so scientific future. I weep for the loss of the carefree, the footloose, the innocence. At least they have a long holiday weekend away fromall of the baloney. They need it for sure.
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