Yuck, tar stinks.

When the kids are sleeping, we don't tip toe around the house, but we are generally pretty quiet, trying not to slam doors, yell or jump around. (Ok, maybe sometimes I jump around, but not often.) Sometimes it seems like the smallest creak or crack wakes them up.

So when our roof started dripping a couple weeks ago, and then an inspection identified several more leaks causing loads of damage, we knew we had to get a new roof. Sure, we could patch it (again), but a new roof was going to need to happen before we moved anyway, so best do it now before spending too much on patches.

I was happy to get the new roof, but not so happy to think about what I was going to do with the kids all day while they were here banging and stomping and crashing around above us.

So, the roofers came today (after we decided that when we wanted to "move up" we would buy in a better school district rather than remodel this house), I was worried and got out of the house most of the morning. But at noon, I bit the bullet and came home to the smell of tar, the loud noises of machinery, and the thumping above us.

Amazingly, the kids didn't care at all and all three are sleeping right now. And have been for the last hour. A teeny, tiny door opening noise wakes them up, but complete chaos all around them apparently is fine. Damn those kids.