I am in absolute awe of my wife - a general acknowledgement as to my state of being, but particularly noteworthy given what I found when I walked in the door just now.
Grandma and Grandpa came for a visit this afternoon. True to form, all three boys put on spectacular displays of monkeyshine, skylarking and tomfoolery. Logan had not had a nap and Justin and Ethan were wound up. Much to my delight, as Ashley's folks headed home, I was sent to the grocery store...alone. This is usually both a blessing and a curse. I am temporarily blessed with the peace of a solitary existence but cursed with having to return to who on earth knows what.
As I pulled into the driveway, I saw no indications of smoke - good. When I got out of the truck and grabbed the grocery sacks, I was not immediately aware of screaming, shouting or other vocal manifestations - great. I opened the back door and set the groceries down, taking note of the fact that there were no signs of blood or a struggle and Ashley was not making a bid for freedom shouting "it's your turn" as she left - excellent. It did strike me as odd that all of the lights were off but it had been sunny earlier and it wasn't dark outside so I didn't pay much attention. While putting the groceries away, I noticed that I had bought the wrong yogurt (mostly because it was different from what was still in the refrigerator) and I knew I would be in trouble. Rats! Time to go confess.
I went to find Ashley. As I passed the living room, I noticed that the blinds were drawn and the lights were off. That's when I realized that both of the older boys were asleep on the couches and had used the pillows as blankets. Ashley and Logan were also asleep on their respective beds. How did she do that? Logan I get, but how did she get the older boys to take naps...at their age...in the same room? If I had tried something that bold it would have had to involve duct tape and a tranquilizer dart.
The house has a peculiar feeling. It is not used to silent stillness at this hour. Even as I sit here typing I am struck by the oddity of it all, especially given the time.
Hold on a second!
Okay, everyone is still breathing and the pillows are being used as blankets.
I really, really, really want to wake her up and find out how she did it but I really, really, really think that would be a bad idea. Maybe I should leave well enough alone. Yes, I think that's best. Perhaps I don't want to know.
- 22 January 2012
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