Everything is back to normal. That is, if normal includes piles of laundry, a sink full of dishes, and playing referee to the game of "he touched me...no, she touched me first."
Rio started the morning doing flips on his bed, kicking a soccer ball through the house, and terrorizing his sister.
Amaya took her sweet time eating her Cheerios...a solid 30 minutes. Then decided she should kick her brother.
Surprisingly, we left for school on time and everything was peaceful in the car. Until it wasn't.
"He's on my side!" Amaya yelled.
"Stop pushing me!" Rio yelled back.
"Really!" I yelled at them through the rear view mirror. "We're ten feet from the drop off, and you want to start this now?"
They got out of the car as I reminded them to have a nice day.
My day went by so quick without them. Too quick. I enjoyed the peace and quiet so much I forgot to pick them up from school.
That will teach them to fight in the car.