I'm sitting here all by myself, at 7:30 in the morning, hanging out at the shack, enjoying the silence. Dd and ds had a sleepover at Grandma's last night, dh went to work, and here I am. You would think I'd be sleeping in, but instead my first thought was visiting the shack.
There is something about quiet, relaxing mornings like this. I'm not really sure what it is though... maybe it sets the tone for the whole day? I do know that it has been quite some time since I had a quiet morning at home. Dh & I were married for 6 years before starting a family, you would think I would have had enough quiet mornings at home to last a lifetime. However, that is not the case. I'm enjoying this.
Well, I think I am enjoying this. As a matter of fact, as I sit here thinking of what to type next, I'm beginning to think that I'm not enjoying this at all and that the whole "quiet morning silence" thing is overrated. Hearing the clock tick through the silence is not comforting to me right now. I know in my heart that the sound of my children talking, laughing and yelling is comforting to me. Hmmm....I think I'll give Mom a call to see when she'll be bringing them home.