We had a quick overnight trip out of town yesterday. Swimming at the hotel didn't go as planned, the weather was terrible, and the parents were a bit grumpy and tired. It wasn't until after everyone was snoozing soundly on their cots and in the travel crib that I looked back on that last hour of crazy before bed. I realized that, even though my husband and I were annoyed at their antics, all three boys were able to delight in each other and entertain themselves with nary a toy or iPad in sight. They giggled and laughed and played games we didn't get, and they loved every minute of it.
I won't say there were no screens, because we were watching a baseball game - a total gift for those of us in the baseball-loving but not the cable-having crowd.
When I was up in the night, even though I was upset that I couldn't fall back asleep, I enjoyed listening to the sounds of everyone snoozing peacefully. I'm grateful we 5 don't all share a room nightly, but it is so please to hear the silent sounds of sleeping kids.
All in all, I suppose it wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. Funny how that works.