Things to be grateful for, as exhausting and chaotic and crazy as it is. The kids can have playdates again and the house is crowded and messy and insane, or maybe it's always like that, but it's good. Having to move backpacks and shoes and getting asked a million weird things and having to relocate the dog, but it feels so much more normal than the past few pandemic years.
The highlights of the 8 or 9 kids here on Friday were questions such as:
"Did you know if you stab yourself in the stomach with a knife, you shouldn't remove it yourself?" (I did not).
"Bethan, can you get Lanie? She's stuck on the top of the fence."
And exclamations such as, "Glitter emergency! Open the door, get it outside now!" Directly after I thought it was a good idea to vacuum the popcorn up that had been trailed across the floor, silly, silly idea.
And obviously when two of the parents arrived their children were in the treehouse eating tortilla chips and I was looking for Lanie who I hadn't seen or heard in a while.
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