There’s something rather calming about after all the children finally cave in for bed time, and the toys and books can be put away in a somewhat organized fashion, or the cups can be neatly stacked before the youngest one knocks them down the next morning; and, at least for a couple rooms in the house, some sense of order and perhaps even some peace and tranquility is restored. There’s something almost triumphant about it: that no matter how chaotic the day had been, somehow peace, in the end, can still reign.




