Bedtime is 8. At 8:15 there's giggling. At 8:30 there's thumping. By 9 PM it's full WWE in the hallway and I'm standing there like a referee who lost control three rounds ago.
"EVERYONE. IN. BED."
Silence. For eleven seconds.
Then a pillow flies past my head.Here's the thing though — they're laughing. Together. And one day the house will be quiet at 9 PM and I'll miss the chaos. But tonight? Porch. Exhale. Somebody's getting up early tomorrow.n a pillow flies past my head.
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