Just now, for about 20 minutes, all four of us were home and doing our own thing. Big was playing legos. Little was sticking play-doh on the window. The Man of My Dreams was reading the newspaper. I was knitting. Everybody was happily engaged in some sort of (reasonably acceptable) leisure activity. Nobody was doing any chores. Nobody was screaming. Nobody was grabbing from their brother.
Is this a harbinger of leisure time to come? Will there come a time when I need not be directly involved in the fun of the Fun Apartment?
Nope. Turns out it was a fluke. As I tried to record the moment, I have been called in to negotiate the release of a baby-doll hostage, and remind both boys that we do not play in the toilet. And I have to scrape play-doh off the window.
Ah well. I’ll take a 20 minute miracle.