Sweet is the Peace (and Quiet)

You know those days where if you can just make it to 8:30 p.m. (or whenever you put your kids to bed) you'll be okay? Well.... it's been one of those days for me. You'd think as a wife whose husband travels-- I mean traveled (yes, work is extremely slow still) would be fine when he has to leave once again. (Not for work. Wood Badge, baby! Boy Scouts of America, oh how I am not your favorite fan right now.) Well, my kids kicked my butt today. No, not literally, although I would prefer that over the mental workout I received. I think their ears are just painted on. It's either that or we are having a reoccurrence of the Tower of Babel times and our languages have been confounded. Good heavens! It's a good thing my kids sleep well at night (knock, knock) so I can have, with any luck, 11 hours of silence........ awwwhhhhhhhh..... sweet music to my (non-painted on) ears!