Wednesday, October 17, 2012


Except for the hum of the refrigerator and the soft click of my laptop keys, the house is silent.  Blessedly, beautifully silent.

I love my children.  I love homeschooling them, I love that they’re in band, I love that in this neighborhood they have friends to play with, I even love that they’re growing up and (necessarily) separating from me.  But those things bring with them noise, squeaks and squawks, conversations, questions, video games, emotional outbursts, and still more noise.  And sometimes, especially at a time like this when I’m overwhelmed all day every day (by the house and it’s still-not-moved-into state) by the end of the day it’s all too much.

And that is why I give a prayer of thanks tonight that they’re all (including Russ, bless his heart) off at the youth activity, and that tonight it’s an extra long youth activity, and that it’s just me, and the refrigerator, and the keyboard…all alone…in the silence…


  1. So what you're saying is that you hate your family? :P