I am sitting in the quiet of the eye of the storm. The houseful of loud, excited boys are now out trick or treating with the DH (who came directly from the airport after being away three days on business to trick or treating) and another friends dad. The tribe will be back directly for a break to warm up, and to no doubt gloat over their loot, and scarf down goodies, and to be gloriously silly.
does that sound like poetic justice
13 hours ago