That, my friend, is the sound of silence, and it is PURE BLISS! Don't get me wrong, I love my children more than my own life, but Lord have mercy, this was the longest summer EVER!
My kids fight. Bad. I know what you're thinking, all siblings fight, but mine take it to a whole new level. I actually had to come up with a TV and recliner schedule (yes, they would fight over who got to sit in the recliner). Mind you, I have a lovely finished basement, complete with a 50-something-inch TV, but alas, it is a basement (and basements are haunted, don't you know?).
Something as simple as taking a shower in the morning involved more planning than the capture of Saddam Hussein. But sometimes even after said planning, I'd be subject to blood curdling screams while trying to lather up. One time, I thought I'd take a risk and shower while they were both occupying the same room (I know, rookie mistake). They had just started eating breakfast, so I thought I had time for a quick shower--no hair washing, no shaving--we're talking five minutes at most. About two minutes into it, I hear screaming, crying, and something similar to stampeding cattle. A second later, they were both in the bathroom; my only salvation was the shower curtain separating me from my rabid children. Apparently, my seven-year-old girl bit (yes, BIT) my son, and so my ten-year-old boy kicked her. And why were they fighting like two wrestlers from the WWE? I wish I could remember, but I'm sure it had something to do with a TV remote and/or recliner.
Yes, this was how I spent my summer vacation. Be jealous. Be VERY jealous.