This is a slight exaggeration. There are minutes or even hours when every creature in the house is sleeping, with the possible exception of the cat, who may only be pretending to sleep while plotting unknowable adventures, and is a mystery even to himself.
But between the baby, who keeps the hours of a video-game-addicted methamphetamine addict, and the child, who rises at 5:00 AM to play (at least from what I can divine on the video monitor) a happy-meal-sized game of hungry hungry hippos, there is not much down time. Add in the chronological peregrinations of the adults who must attend these temporally deranged creatures, and moments of peace are scarce.
I miss them. My most vivid fantasy right now is to be left alone in the house.
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