Hotness itself

Two sets of friends came today.
One mother needed a babysitter, the other kid had dinner with us after Son#1 spent the whole afternoon at his house.
Amidst social visits, the house exploded.
40 degree temperatures made us all cranky and unpleasant.

A friend with 4 kids once told me that by the time her husband came home, she was all through with being kind and loving.
I get that.
I like solitude.
I like being home alone.

Tomorrow will be another scorcher.
I'm tired of correcting 3 kids constantly.
When oh when does the having-conversations-phase arrive?

When?


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