The house is still, and almost silent. The small girl is asleep in her bed. The boys are sprawled on the lounge, watching a movie and pretending they aren’t tired. The freshness of the dawn of a new day and a new year has given way to the heat of a typical summer day, and it is draining us of the motivation to do much at all. I grab my book and lay down,slowly flicking the pages as the words start dancing on the page, and my eyes grow heavy. The moment passes, and my reading picks up pace, and I find myself at the end of the chapter. Reluctantly, I slip in my bookmark, and close the book, ready to enjoy an afternoon by the pool with my three precious small people.