Post Game Analysis: Week Three.

Reality has sunk in.

The apparent kid perspective: These people are not going to leave, but instead-- like fish or friends who have overstayed their welcome-- they got old after 3 days. GAAAWD! We're STUCK with these people for time to come (whoever "these people" may be at any given moment).

My children are sarcastic and loud.

His kids don't understand sarcasm and are sound sensitive.

My kids are hilarious.

His kids are pretty dang funny, as well.

All the children are bossy. Or kind. Or lazy. Or creative. Or rebellious. Or mindful.

OHMYGAWD these children are ALL INDIVIDUALS!!!! Who knew they came in so many different flavors?

AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT: These two get along really well until this one comes in, then no one gets along. Then suddenly this one and those two are total buddies until that other comes by, then the first two are not getting along AT ALL, the last two aren't getting along AT ALL, but somehow teams have formed and everyone is actually, somehow, getting along. Sassiness. Giddiness. Grumpiness. Bossiness. Tears. Laughter. Jokiness.

Silence? Never.

The moral of the week: Everyone is fine. At least until everyone is not fine.