It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
It was bedtime.
The best of times because, yay, we're all here, back where we belong. The worst, because we get to argue about who hasn't brushed teeth yet and who left their clothing on the floor.
The best because, man oh man, I could really use some time to myself. The worst, because Natalie gets out of bed three times in the first hour and Connor, two, and, well, how many sips of water does one really need at this hour of the night?
Connor, Natalie, and I had snuggled onto Natalie's bed to read books and then I tucked each in their respective bed. Natalie sneaked out of bed as I bid Connor goodnight, and Connor plain old lost his mind when Natalie climbed onto his bed. He ranted about cooties and girls and how only I am allowed on his bed. That only encouraged Natalie's dare-devil ways, and she crept further on Connor's bed. Connor howled in violent disagreement. Liza, curious and feisty, appeared at the door, ready to rumble.
I plopped Liza onto Connor's bed to try to lighten the mood, and then Connor pulled me onto the bed. Natalie grabbed hold of my shoulders. We all tussled and laughed and tried not to fall on to the floor.