The garage smells like camp, and there are eight bulging bags of laundry and one duffel bag full of blankets and pillows awaiting a trip to the laundromat. Supper was an actual meal, with table settings and everything. There are sneakers and papers everywhere, there is talking and singing and arguing. The quiet is gone. The house that shuts down at 8 pm, a mere memory. But last night I couldn't stop smiling as I passed all the rooms with all those sleeping kids.
Under one roof.
1 comment:
now that the laundry is behind you, enjoy having all your kids under your roof for the rest of the summer.
You can still eat lots of ice cream!
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