the kids are coming...

not, that's not a metaphor for anything, i am going to pick them up from the airport in a few hours. this means that:

• for the next 2o days or so, i will live exhausted.
• i will also not have much sex at all.
• my house will not be clean for even one second, even though i will spend half my time picking up after the kids.
• the other half will be spent cutting up apples.

this also means that:

• for the next 20 days or so, i will be doing fun things constantly to entertain them.
• i will get to play.
• i will get to talk to children, which is one of the best things in the world.
• i will have more food in the house in one week than the last three months put together.
• it will feel like a family.
• christmas morning will be wonderful.