Huddled around their brother’s iPad, they sit together. Mesmerised.
They don’t hear me talking to them, they don’t hear me calling their names.
We have been out all afternoon, and they spent it playing with friends. But now? Now that they are back home, they are on the lounge, in the dark, playing some game called Minecraft, each taking turns and having their say on how to play. Luckily, it hasn’t turned into one of the typical stoushes so common with siblings, but I’m not holding my breath. Sooner or later, one of them will do something to upset the peace, to make one of the others cry. It’s late, tears are inevitable.
But until then, in the absence of the chaos that the evening usually brings before bedtime, I’ll just savour the quiet, I’ll enjoy this peaceful moment.
After all, those peaceful moments, in a chaotic house with 4 young kids, are usually few and far between.