Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Peace and Quiet
I was sitting upstairs the other day and I heard the most interesting sounds... I heard the movement of air from the ceiling fans, I could hear cars coming around the corner, I heard drips from the boys faucet that hadn't been shut off completely... I could hear myself think... I was alone. For the first time in eight years no one was home with me. Andrew has started preschool two days a week and the other two were at school. I honestly didn't know what to think. I do have to admit because I am used to some sort of noise- the stillness kindof threw me for a loop. I was shocked how much I was able to get done with no one around, or more directly stated not having to keep the eyes in the back of my open to what mishief or nonsense Andrew might be busily engaging himself in. The quiet is only shorlived of course--- only two weeks worth until life tips us again upside down.
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Isn't that weird how all we dream about when we have a houseful of children is how nice it will be when they're gone for a few hours at school. Then once their gone, we miss them!
I love it! The quietness still gets to me too. I don't know if I'll ever get used to it.
Look at you - bloggin it up! Yes, I feel like I don't know what to do with myself when there's even just a little bit of peace and quiet. I almost panic. Breathe in. Breathe out.
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