Last night, the eve of a new school year, I sat in the back yard and listened to the sounds emanating from the open windows of my house. It said a lot about the people who live there.
*my husband typing and deleting and retyping his response to a neighbor who was confused about Cub Scout matters,
*my daughter phone chatting with one friend and simultaneously Facebooking with 600 of her other closest friends,
*my oldest son murmuring into his earpiece with his buddy who lives a half-mile away and who was playing the same video game,
*my middle son taking a two-minute shower because he doesn't like being upstairs alone and then rushing to watch Adventure Time,
* my youngest son taking a much longer shower and then coming downstairs smelling suspiciously dirty and appearing completely dry,
*and my youngest son taking a second shower.
All while I processed all these sounds that define my family, I could think only about how high our next electric bill will be.