As I took a short break from the massive rearrangement (did I just invent a new word?) that is currently taking place in my bedroom (the air of which is thick with bug killing powder), this scene greeted me downstairs:
Grandma and Grandpa were peacefully relaxing in the living room, reading and resting in front of the fire-place.
The 12-year-old was pulling the 6-year-old through the house, on his stomach, with a white rope. I think the 6-year-old was laughing.
The 4-year-old was sitting on the couch in the living room, calmly catching up on the news in WORLD magazine.
I love my life.
:D