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The house is a little too quiet. No t.v. murmuring from the playroom, no DS pinging from under the kitchen table, no voices raised in perpetual disagreement or simple Zip It and Hear. Me. Now. I have managed, in the few brief hours I've been awake, to shower, make up my face (because the real one is just not good enough, folks), dress in real clothing with zippers and buttons and things, eat breakfast, go by the bank and the post office, dust, vaccuum, and mop two rooms in my home, answer my email, clean a toilet, load a dishwasher, do a load of laundry, make a bed, and exercise.
Oh, and write half a blog post.
This is madness. This is wonderful.
This is the first day of school.
Would I be a bad mother if I said I'm sort of enjoying this solitude? This lovely peace and tranquility that is my home, with my cinnamon scented candles and quietly snoozing dog? My newly polished floors that will not have a gob of jelly on them until after 3:30 p.m.? Is that a bad thing?
Should I feel guilty for allowing a tiny sigh to escape as I settle down for a few moments to enjoy a little mug of tea, knowing that the only interruption might be a ringing telephone, which I can easily ignore if I so choose?
Nah. I worked hard, all summer long, for this mug of tea. I earned this mug of tea. I deserve to enjoy this mug of tea. And darn it all...I kind of...sort of...miss the little boogers. I'm wondering how Autumn is doing with her lock. She practiced all the way to middle school this morning, using the round air vent in the car as a pretend-lock, turning thrice to the right, twice to the left, once more the right. I wish I could be there to help her.
I wonder if Lawson has found a new buddy in his class, seeing as how his best friend Corb is in a different second grade class this year. Heartbreaking! It killed me. I almost requested a change of teacher, but then I stopped, considered that this was a character building experience for my son. Boys can act so tough, and yet be so fragile. I hope he's having a good day.
I bet it's pretty loud in those schools. I did mention that it was too quiet in this house, didn't I?
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11 comments:
My sister and her friends used to plan a moms only end of the summer celebration .. it always seemed to coincide with the first day of school ... immediately after drop off.
When I informed my nephew of this when he was older, his comment was "That's wack"
I had my first taste of the quiet last year when my 3 were in preschool for 2.5 hours ... I can't imagine what I'd do with 1/2 a day or more.
oh oh oh. quiet. clean. breathe it all in baby. just breathe. quiet air is the best kind of air.
well. until 3:30. the air is sweet then too. :)
love this post lori!!!
YOU deserve the peace and quiet...this afternoon will change.
That's it, I'm jealous of your peace and quite. Even with the sons grown, I don't know what it is like to have a house to myself anymore. I think that's why I get up really early every morning, so that I can enjoy the peace and quite of the house.
Tomorrow. That will be me tomorrow. I won't know what to do with myself! My youngest starts Kindergarten. Weird! For the past 16 1/2 years I've had little ones under foot daily.
Isn't it funny how the quiet always gets too heavy.
Based on what I've about your life, I'll bet life won't stay quiet for long.
Perhaps you could take a quiet moment on my behalf--dedicate 5 minutes to me. :)
This is sort of the post that I had started writing for tomorrow... it's a touchy thing, isn't it? Today is a bit sporadic but by tomorrow 7 of my 9 will be gone for most of the day.
I hope I can bear it well.
Today is our first day back. I wish I could accomplish as much as you did. But I'm feeling under the weather and honestly, I don't even feel like holding my eyes open. Maybe I'll take advantage of having 2 less and go back to bed.
Enjoy your quiet and solitude. Oh, and get something done for me will ya?
When Lawson gets to be 5th grade, send him my way…I'd take him in my class in a heartbeat.
Enjoy the quiet while it lasts…my life has now become far more loud and bustling. Oh well, I guess it's my turn again.
You deserve it!
I work hard all summer, making it happy and fun (well, some of the time), so I can feel happiness when they go to school.
This year, I will have only one home. One! How is that even possible? I cannot even imagine.
LOVE this post!
Sigh. Don't remind me...
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