Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Grand Central Station?

The water in the teapot whistles the arrival of it's boiling point, the dishwasher rumbles like a freight engine starting down the tracks. And the kids, one at a time, roar into my room like a train with no breaks, and leap with bone-jarring impact of knees and elbows to wake me from my restless sleep. This day of crashing, crushing sounds has officially begun.

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