I'm not entirely sure why I'm radiating this nauseating glow of harmony, but I like it.
I like to come home after a long and busy day and not feel emotionally wiped out. I hate to say it, but most days I do.
Not today. I picked up Butters from daycare, and we traveled home with zeal. We talked about trucks and cars and ducks and rocks. We marched and tap danced home from our bus stop, counted every stair up to our door, and enjoyed a few crackers.
I talked to my mom for a good long while about work, and bills, and tonsillectomy recovery periods.
Then my Squeaky came home. I teased her, we laughed, she told me about her day.
I made dinner, we laughed at Butters valiantly trying to count his noodles.
We hung out and relaxed.
We even giggled a bit...
...and now my house is quiet. Two contentedly sleeping kids, and a mommy, about to join their ranks.
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