The animals are restless

The children are pacing.

Their shrill cries are being heard all the way down the block.

The slightest movement agitates the male.

"WHEN ARE WE GETTING OUT OF HERE"

is echoing through the warm hallways.

"AAAAHHHHHH"

the baby retailiates with her own triumphant roar.

People on the street turn toward the noise, wondering what crazed beings reside in the cage we call a home. Then they shake their heads and continue on glad that they can leave this loud abode of chaos behind them. 30 more minutes and the building of books, more comonly known as the library, will open its doors and my munchkins will pounce on it and begin consuming the knowledge within. Ha ha, easy prey!

And so our summer adventure continues....