I first really noticed it at Christmas. Julie was taking a nap, and Nana and Poppy had Sam out for lunch. Joey and I were playing on the floor together (at least as much as he played a couple of months ago), and the house was quiet. I heard the garage door open, and then
the door is open and people are bustling and Sam is wailing and Joey starts crying and Julie comes downstairs and Nana and Poppy are talking to each other and possibly to me and it turns out Sam fell down the stairs (he's fine, but shaken) and Joey is still crying -- probably because of the bustle and
my heart rate and my blood pressure are double what they were not half a minute ago.
It's amazing how the noise and activity levels can shift so radically, so quickly. I'm not sure whether it's because we have two kids, or because of Sam's age, but I suspect yes. Sometimes it happens when we try to sit down for supper; sometimes it's the middle of the night when they both wake up and are upset. Sometimes it's the middle of the morning when everything is just lovely. I've given up trying to understand, and am just working on letting it wash over me, like a loud tide.
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