Don't tell the kids...

Shhh... I'm typing. Up here. In my bedroom.
On the compuuuuter.

Because when my mom or dad are in town, I can actually steal a few moments to myself. It feels selfish, but in a fun way, like I'm being let out to recess 15 minutes early.

My mom arrived today from Kansas City. The kids are high on the newness of a guest in our house. Abe is teaching her how to play chess. That means he has thrown the pieces all over the table and ordered her to ATTACK. As you know, Grandmas agree to such things whilst mothers tell little boys to stop making messes.

It may not seem like much, but it is absolutely joyous to see them focus on something that doesn't include me for a few minutes. They play together every day for hours. And, in general, I think they do quite well. BUT lately they are starting to argue and fight like back alley cats. And then I start in on them myself because the fighting drives me nutty and, well, it's just been a little high energy around here.

I'd like to slow it all down. Help them relax. Savor these last couple of weeks of summer. And these moments when I can stop and relax help me set such a better tone. This summer has already been much more fun than the last few. The kids are so capable and independent now. It's normal for that independence to be accompanied by attitudes and demands and headstrong behavior. And the kids are going through something, too :-)

I'm crossing my fingers these little mini breaks will help me help them.