The boys are all upstairs.
I can hear Myles screaming. The cute little newborn squeaks have given way to ear-piercing infant screeches.
I can hear Sam's mouth going a mile a minute. When he was two, we worried his speech was delayed. Now he is always talking.
I'm sitting here hoping that Steve's heavy footsteps don't come down the stairs toward me.
I just need a second to catch my breath.
Just a moment of quiet. Oh, ok...semi-quiet...there is really never true quiet with a five year old and a 12-week old in the house.
I'm not complaining. I know I don't have any right to complain.
I just need a moment.
Sam is here...gotta go...