This is the sight that greeted me this morning. The sound was of Lucy sobbing over her stolen cookies. The thief: Seth. At 7:30 I sent them all back to their rooms and I went back to mine. For a re-start. Until Hazel's pleading from the back room could no longer be ignored. What a mess. Bless it. After scrubbing the caked on everything of last nights feeding, we began our Wednesday. Ingloriously, even less glamorously. But bless it. Bless it all, because it is mine, and really, when it comes down to it--when I come down from the rafters in my head--it is all just what I wanted (minus, perhaps, a little of the noise).