Let Freedom Ring...as well as my ears.

Why is it when we have guests at our house the volume increases exponentially?  I mean, really?  Must my beautiful children always swarm grandparents and prevent them from moving past the entryway?  Then fireworks.  I love them, I do.  Only not so much when my children are trying to light them, or are dodging the rogue missile headed right for their precious little heads.  None of them ended up at the ER through nothing short of a miracle.  Today is a day of recovery and evidently, a day of rambling nonsense.