3:00 pm and alls somewhat quiet. Two four year olds can be found in the playroom working through some game or another. Mom is sweeping the dining room floor wondering how it got this bad in 24 hours. Then she remembers it might have been 48 hours since the last sweeping, oh and she might need to pull out the steamer but not today no time.
3:05 pm it's still quiet the floor is almost swept and now Mom is thinking about the dishes in the sink. Does her husband need the mixer tonight? Can I put it away. The meat isn't all the way defrosted. The trash is full.
3:07pm (maybe no one was looking at the clock) The low roar of a bus can be heard and it happens. Doors slam open and the noise blows through the house. Trampling feet in search of mom and they find her slam into her with hugs and shouts and just like that it's on. The four year olds surface in excitement. Bags are strewn about coats, hats, gloves are strewn about.
In an effort to control something Mom beckons that the coats and gloves and hats make it to their places, somehow her cry is heard.
The chaos of after school lasts for about five minutes. Three of my kids are bundled up and outside. One is hiding in his room (too tired after a long day of school he hangs in his room in an effort to recharge).
Ahh.. the five year old just found me, he needs some mommy time. Gotta go...
The floor is swept but the dishes are not tended to.
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