Yesterday I was prepared for noise.
Yesterday there was no school for the three offspring. I anticipated their presence as loud and ill-begotten of a daycare lady's standards. I anticipated that the combination of the
pre-schoolers, and the boy-named-Micah to be full of hilarity, noise, some more noise, and several dashes of chaos.
Yesterday wasn't like that at all. It was one of those lovely, sunshiney, I-can't-believe-there-are-kids-in-the-house days.
Today, on the other hand, has been deafening. Some mother in her infinite wisdom, thought it caring to send a child's electronic keyboard along; complete with fifty-million tunes and sound combinations. This encouraged physical movement known in the greater world as "dancing" but which in the presence of wired preschoolers soon descends into the contraband world of wrestling.
The rest of the time they played puppies. These were ill-behaved puppies who didn't know their outside yapping from their inside barking. The kids who were not puppies and crawling about my feet looking for pats on the head; were tired real-life children who wanted to be held.
Tonight, after everyone goes to bed, I'm going outside all by myself, lying on the snow, and howling at the moon.