tHERsDay

From 3:30 to about 4:15 our house swirls around like the funnel of a tornado.  

Subdued chaos and bedlam.

The three buses arrive within about a 10 minute period, never quite as staggered as they are supposed to be so many times I'm stopping half way up the street as I go to the corner for Pink and Tink, grabbing CB on the fly.  Or she gets home first and doesn't want to be dragged out to the corner so she's full of piss and vinegar.  

Everyone wants a piece of my attention, which is understandable since three of them have been away from home for almost 8 hours.  Everyone is starving and thirsty and decompressing and chatty and needy so basically the house looks like a bomb went off.  

Of course, I'm happy they are home, but it is sort of a "rude awakening" on the senses when the onslaught begins after my three divine hours of peace and productivity.

Often CB gets distressed when there is too much commotion. 

But then everyone gets settled with their snack and Pink and Tink do their homework, something I've always insisted they do first thing because I want to instill good work habits. 

It's a wild little segment of the day, but it's music to my ears.

Mostly.