Quiet

My house is quiet. Utterly, surprisingly, deeply quiet. I can hear the washer churning away on Abby’s sheets, the water clicking on in great whooshes, then clamping down. The computer is humming, and my own fingers are clicking- but the rest is… quiet.

My good friend literally swung by on her way to the park- and swooped my kids up- giving me a morning all alone at home. I’ve gotten breaks from my kids here and there- but it requires me setting up a sitter, and I always always always spend that valuable sitter-time running errands (SS office anyone?) or taking care of things outside the home. This might be the very first time I am utterly alone in Little House.

It’s… a balm. Quiet is so underrated. Solitude is something I need to feel whole. All I have this morning is waiting on the University to Β schedule a test, and changing the laundry over. Peace. Peace and quiet. Be still my soul.

8 thoughts on “Quiet

  1. Nice. What a great friend. I know what that’s like–the need for some solitude and quiet! If I were in your shoes I’d be staying up late at night to attain it. And be zombie-mom all day!

  2. Enjoy every second. you deserve it.

    Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
    Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
    Leave to thy God to order and provide;
    In every change He faithful will remain.
    Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
    Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

  3. Enjoy! I friend who did the same for me once. There is a place all glossed up in heaven for those who give moms a chance to listen to the silence.

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