Last night, for (I'm pretty sure) the first time in sixteen years, I walked in the door to an empty house. I worked all day, and when I came home at ten, it was to complete quiet. The boys were spending their first weekend with their dad, and this was the singular moment I've been dreading for about three months. I may complain about the chaos, but I'm awfully used to it being there. I may complain about my kids, but I'm awfully happy being around them.
And you know what? It was fine. Peaceful, even. I can't believe that it went as easily as it did. Thank god.
I'm off to work, and will write more about this later. But all I can say for now is...
Wow.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
the big moment
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That was but a small taste of my world.
Good for you. Sometimes it's nice and sometimes it's hard, but it'll all be fine in the end.
You will probably start to look forward to the peace and quiet and really enjoy it before long. :)
You will come to savour these peaceful hours in time. I'm just so glad the first one was OK.
I hope you did something good with that time besides sleep. Maybe you even had sole ownership of the remote. That would be wonderful.
I'm glad it felt fine to you. The first time my kids were gone for a weekend, I was in almost physical pain. I closed their doors so I wouldn't have to look at their rooms. Then I drank a bottle of wine. Not pretty.
Well ...... I know how you feel as when my lot go away it is like a morgue! Soon get used to it. Glad you are already enjoying the peace.
Yay for you!
A little peace and quiet every now and then is a good thing. I am glad that it went better than you expected.
You know I am all about the music...
The Sound of Silence...although it is what you need, secretly it rips your heart out.
I love you.
enjoy, enjoy, enjoy
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