I glance down at my watch again. I really should go. As lovely as this backyard happy hour with my fellow literacy coaches has been, it’s bedtime. Bedtime is always a fiasco. My family needs me.
I stay a few more minutes and reluctantly announce I have to leave. Everyone is going to go too. I help clean up, stalling a bit longer.
As I drive home, I look at the clock. It’s 8:20. Maybe Rose has fallen asleep on the couch. I’m positive Adi will be an overtired mess.
I pull into the driveway and pause a moment before opening the garage door. As I enter the house, I hold my breath, waiting for the chaos.
The quiet hits me like a brick wall. Arnauld is sitting on the couch watching tv. I wait for the kids to pop out from a hiding place. There is no way they’re sleeping.
“Where are the girls?” I ask.
“Sleeping,” Arnauld replies.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. How did you do it?” I ask, my voice full of envy.
Maybe I should disappear at bedtime more often.