It's quiet here.....too quiet.

Through the excitement of a full weekend and last minute visitors from home, hangs the dread of Monday morning. Skateboards on the porch and empty cans of pop are all that's left of five rowdy boys cooped up inside from the rain. A pile of blankets is all that is left from the beds of my sister's family. Dirty clothes and towels are staring at me from the darkness of an empty bathroom that used to be full of life and muddy kids.
But the worst is the empty pack-and-play that baby Meg slept in.
I love having my family here, but I hate it when they leave...