Light at the End of the Tunnel

The boys were a little crazy and a whole lot grumpy a few days ago.  Each of them had their moment - a brilliant crying temper tantrum of a moment.  All of their moments occurred outside, on the front lawn, at full volume.  I responded by having a few mommy dearest moments of my own.

In short, it was not our best day.

I was counting down the minutes until bed time.  They were still wound up at bedtime, so to give them time to regroup and calm down, I asked them to each read a book in their own bed for a few minutes.  I retreated to my bedroom for a few minutes of peace.  All was quiet in the house for at least five minutes, until I heard the giggling.

I stomped out of my room, prepared to find them wrestling, jumping on beds, or dancing with underwear on their head, but instead I stopped outside of Griffin's room shocked by what I found.  They were lying side by side, snuggled up in Griffin's bed, reading a book together and laughing.

To see their heads so close together, to hear their quiet voices reading the words out loud and to see their shoulders shake with mirth over the antics of Diary of a Wimpy Kid made the day worth it.  It was a minute of pure perfection that makes even the worst of days the best of days.