Do you hear that?
Because it’s blissfully, outrageously, conspicuously silent in my house.
Chris took the kids to the beach and left me here to
recuperate relax after an insanely nutty week.
The kind of week where crazy things happen. But you’re too tired to share.
Or they’re just too important to share until you can really share.
Which means I’ll tell y’all later.
Anyway, he’s gone. They’re gone. Every last one of ’em. Just me and my two gassy dogs hanging out in this suddenly-big house for the entire afternoon.
If I want to, I can whip up a yummy snack and no one will ask for a bite.
I can sit down to eat and no child under 5 will suddenly determine he needs to go poop.
I can sing a song at the top of my lungs with no fear that anyone will laugh.
Oh wait, I already do that.
I can even run around garment-less with no fear that anyone will laugh. Or get nauseous.
Except, I would simply never do that. But, if I wanted to, I could.
Okay, so they’ve been gone for five hours now.
I’ve organized my closet.
I’ve organized Vivienne’s closet.
I’ve surfed. (Did you know Ni Hao Y’all got a mention on PW’s site? Okay, I can die now.)
I’ve blogged, hence this deeelightful post.
I’ve not run naked around my house (the dogs are very, very grateful).
I’m ready for them to come home.