As I type this my girls are off having a sleep over at their granny’s place. My house is quiet. So quiet I can hear the clock ticking and the fridge whirring. Obviously I’m not used to quiet! This afternoon I lay on my bed luxuriating in nothingness and my current book, only to wake up two hours later. Yes TWO HOURS later. Who does that? Not me – Nanna Naps are usually a fifteen minute deal around here. And best of all no tea to cook. (I’ve already told Nature Boy that it’s pre-frozen left overs tonight.) Not cooking tea probably the thing I enjoy most about my child-free time.
It’s funny though, as much as I’m enjoying spending my day alone, my soul feels just a little to empty without them here. The lack of noise, while blissful, is also vacant and takes some getting used to. It reminds me that as tiring and continual as the parenting role is I am living my dream. I need that little reminder – it’s good for me. I get tired with the perpetual nature of parenting and there are times that my emotions weigh me down - but underneath I know I’m right where I want to be. Amazing how some time alone listening to the clock tick can speak to you!
But now that I’ve been spoken to I’m off to enjoy and keep my blessings in mind. Lucky me having a granny nearby who willingly takes my girls with a big smile on her face. Lucky me being able to sleep for 2 hours guilt free and not cook tea. Lucky Lucky me. What can you hear when the kids are away?