I almost posted earlier today singing the praises of my wonderful children, about how I really didn't want them to go back to school. About how I could keep them home for another week. They'd been playing together for three days. Straight. Upstairs, in the playroom, in their bedrooms, all weekend, together. The three of them played Barbies (promise me I'll remember that when they're older), played cars, built entire farms out of blocks, with the cars as animals. They had so much fun, barely watching TV, barely coming downstairs to eat.
But then. Then. Around five o'clock, it all came back to normal. And tomorrow, school.