Friday, January 2, 2009

Lessons from the Quiet House

I just read over my last post and I can't believe I neglected to mention the two tea bags and the three purses I found in Sierra's bed! The purses were hers, but I have no idea about the tea bags.

Tomorrow my family comes home. I think I'm ready to have them back. I've learned many things from my time alone. I've learned that it is possible to keep my kitchen sink clean. I now know that I would need at least two more weeks to get the children's rooms straightened. I know I prefer having my husband and kids handle the cat feeding and helping with the litter box. I think the cats also need the kids around in order to get enough exercise. Well, except for Dusty, who escaped daily for a run around the house. And I can definitely think better in a quiet home, but I miss leaning over and sharing a thought with my husband or one of the children. It's hard to bounce ideas off of the cats.

Most of all, I miss the sounds of laughter. As much I can laugh by myself, I enjoy sharing life's funny moments with the people I love. Hearing them laugh makes me happy.

5 comments:

Purpleflowerpatch said...

yep...can't live without 'em. :-)

Vicki said...

I was wondering how you were ever going to survive all that quite! Lol, I'd miss my daily hugs. (Thier like spinach is to Popeye.) ;-)

Inner Elder said...

Absence makes the heart grow fonder all right! Just thinking "Journey to the Center of the Bed" is one of your masterpieces. Love ya, Mom

Janet said...

I've been reading your blog and feeling a little bit jealous about all that quiet time you're getting. Sometimes it's nice to have the opportunity to miss your loved ones so that you can appreciate them more when they return.

Anonymous said...

Your mom thought of stopping by you yesterdayand I opposed it. In loneliness you miss people and their noises. In aloneness you are in your own presence with all of your inner noises and outer expressions. You sing or dance or talk or stare at yourself in the mirror, wondering whoare you staring at or even talking to. That's tough to do because we tend to be our own worse critic instead of our strongest lover. As our fondest love, we could dance alone forever. Wonderful experience!
I love you! Happy New Year! DAD

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