Maybe? Let's hope.
DS woke up at 5:00. I heard him crying, and when I went to his room, he was standing in his bed. I asked what was wrong, and he said "The bumblebee ate me up!" in this half-terrified, half-outraged tone. Scooped him up, tucked him between Mr. Heff and me, and managed to doze 'til the alarm, even with DS's head on my back.
Wooz has a field trip to one of her favorite parks today. DH was a bit frazzled loading everyone up after being off for several days, so I told Wooz to grab her stuff and put it in the car. A few minutes later, I ran back in to grab my salad and found her lunchbox on the floor. Tried to catch them, and of course they were already pulling away. Called DH, he wasn't picking up. Then I finally caught him after I was on my way, and he's all "Meet me in the CVS parking lot" like I'm his dealer or something. I was trying to explain that I took a different [better!] route, and somehow he wasn't getting it, so then he was frustrated and I was frustrated and we ended up meeting in the DC parking lot. (I got there first, even though I left later, because again, my way is better.)
After things like that, I truly appreciate how quiet my office is. So very quiet.
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