Quiet Time

It certainly is an eerie feeling to have things so quiet in the house. It took me most of the day to get used to the silence. I got up to put the dishes away out of the dishwasher, and was being extra careful not to clank them, since it's only this quiet when everyone else is sleeping -- and I never want to wake sleeping!

But now I'm starting to get used to it. Devon got up early this morning and took the girls to grandma Linda & grandpa Earl's house for a visit. I really didn't want to stay home by myself and miss the visit, but my overactive brain decided I must. It's really been a little crazy here the last couple of weeks -- nothing earth shattering, just the stuff of life, an I was getting behind on my "stuff." So I drew up a large list, and started early this morning plowing through things. Then I took a nap! Then I got going again. I hope by the time they get back on Monday evening my brain will be tidied up, as well as the house and a few other projects that need to be dealt with.

It's rare to get an hour or two to myself, so a whole weekend is quite a shock to the system. I feel quite strange, and I'm missing them terribly, but I am enjoying the time to myself as well. It's really unbelievable how time can fly by without me noticing it when I don't have to set my day to a feeding & medicine schedule. But I'm sure when we're back in the swing of it on Tuesday I will have fond memories of my own personal quiet time this weekend.