My two daughters came home from college and mentioned how great the house looked. Everything in its place. Everything was clean. That’s like the vikings wondering why all the pillaging and arson went away when they left.
Having the kids home just makes me realize one thing. I didn’t do a very good job raising my children. My kids seem to think that being funny is more important than being nice. And when this happens (frequently) my wife tends to look directly at me (always) as if this were my fault.
But all in all, the Holy Family lost the son of God for three days. So maybe you’re not doing all that bad. I once left my daughter at Friendly’s. But hey, if you’re going to get left somewhere, Friendly’s aint that bad a place.
It’s great having everyone home under one roof, even if we all end up watching reruns of Kim Possible.