As I write this, my house is being torn down. Piece by little piece. I am alternately holding my hands over my ears to block out the noise, and holding them over my head to protect my very life. The demolition crew consists of very tiny hands and very loud voices - all aged 6 and under. But don't let their size fool you - they are very effective.
Tomorrow, however, I will be basking in the glory that is the beach. Hopefully, my troubles will seem far, far away. (Or my children will hate the hot sand, and complain about the car ride there, and be hot, and tired, and want to go home.)
Happy Fourth! Enjoy yourselves.