The peace and quiet of our home will be shattered by the squeals and giggles, the pitter pat of three year old feet.  Feet that move like her father's did when he was a child!!  HE's supposed to get the payback not me darnnit!!

I'm glad when she goes home only because now that it is harder for me to walk it now feels like I'm chasing trains all day trying to keep up with her.  And,  I can't rest unless she,  by the grace of God and alot of begging
will take a nap! 

But, oh how I love having her here.  My house seems so empty with the children all grown and moved out.  I miss the noise.  I miss the uncertainty and the challenge it took to have two out of four children that truly qualified for ritalin but I wouldn't put them on it.   Perhaps that is why the transition was so difficult.  To go from a house never clean, filled with laughter, hollering, bellowing and more giggling to... the television as background noise is just... well, puts new meaning to the phrase "empty nest."

So.. perhaps we'll play outside with the hose.  Or,  paint if I'm brave enough.  And for a few too short hours I'll step back in time and do one of my favorite things.. get on the floor and play the "One, Two, Three...Run and get a hug!" game.    Don't ask.. I made that up trying to get the two to run off some of that energy they had but it turned out to be among the favorite memories I have.