My kids have been here and gone again. Chaos reigned. Brownie crumbs on the carpet, apple juice on the dining room floor and Froot Loops scattered in the kitchen mean that today I'll be mopping and waxing - thank goodness I didn't do it before they came. :)
This morning Jerry asked where his coaster was that he always sits his coffee cup on. Why, it's with all the other coasters in this house on the table by the fireplace where Andrew ( the two year old) put them, naturally. At least he had them all together!
And how did the television remote get from the end table by the couch in the sunroom into the back bathroom? Hmmmm, he who has possession of the remote is in control so you don't give it up even when nature calls I guess.
Do you have Dr. Pepper Grandma? Diet Coke? Sweet Tea? Apple Juice? Whole Milk? Skim Milk? You name it - I've got it! Or little bits of it in the bottom of the box or glass because heaven forbid anyone drink all of anything. Have we used every glass in the house because if you have one left someone wants it?
Did you know that a four year old and a two year old wrestling make more noise than a jet taking off? And that all children can hear every beep and ring on their I Pods but can't hear you ask them to pick up their toys?
And did you know that a 13 year old girl with a throw pillow for her bed that has her initials in sequins will promptly lay her head on it? And that a 12 year old boy can be totally silenced when given a shotgun that has been passed from father to son, from uncle to nephew, and eventually will be passed from cousin to cousin? Don't ask me - that whole passing down thing must be some male bonding ritual I don't understand.
And who knew $10 gifts of candy flavored lip balm and a box of nail polish with a nail dryer would be the hit of the day for a 4 year old and 9 year old?
Christmas at my house was chaotic and loud and messy. It's totally unlike the normal day to day life of retired grandparents who never raise their voices, always put their dishes in the dishwasher (well one of us does), and have the same routine they follow every day. We breathe a sigh of relief when the last car drives out of the driveway but the next morning I'm in tears because they aren't here. I can still hear the voice of the two year old at the very last minute. His parents were gathering up toys and suitcases and children to put them in the car. He had on his pajamas because Mom and Dad were hoping for some naptime on the road home. I could hear him....but couldn't see him. And then, there he was, standing at the foot of my Christmas tree looking up at the top and singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." See that and don't get emotional. I dare you.