Sweet voices
Yesterday was the first day back to school for G and N, and I would be a big fat liar if I said that I wasn’t a teensy bit excited. I totally was. Love my kids more than life itself, but I am a bit of an introvert who requires a little quiet time. N and G are not introverts at this point in their young lives. They require no quiet time whatsoever. Ever. When N’s head leaves the pillow, his mouth starts moving. Literally starts moving and does not stop until his head hits the pillow again. G takes a little longer to start talking, but she does. She asks questions, lots and lots and lots of questions. Some are so simple to answer that I think she just wanted to talk and didn’t know what to say. Other questions leave me completely flabbergasted because I cannot even hazard a guess or an answer.
I actually put myself in timeout the other day because my poor addled brain couldn’t handle anymore of their sweet voices. How backwards is that, putting mom in timeout? Whatever works, I say.
Both kids will be in school this afternoon, and I am going to have two and a half hours of glorious silence. Not answering phone calls, not turning on the TV, not blasting radios, nothing. Okay, maybe Jack Johnson’s new single on my IPOD (have I said how addicted I am to that thing??), or Jonny Lang, but that is it!
On Friday, I get eight glorious hours of quiet time as I drive to Lubbock to see my Dad. Five hundred and ten miles of nothing but me and a radio, if I choose to listen to anything. Glorious, but by Sunday the silence will be deafening, and I will be jones-ing for those sweet nonstop voices. Whoever said absence makes the heart grow fonder had no idea how true those words could be for a frazzled mom.
I think I hear one of those sweet voices right this second. Going to drink it up this morning, knowing I get my timeout this afternoon. Happy day!
I actually put myself in timeout the other day because my poor addled brain couldn’t handle anymore of their sweet voices. How backwards is that, putting mom in timeout? Whatever works, I say.
Both kids will be in school this afternoon, and I am going to have two and a half hours of glorious silence. Not answering phone calls, not turning on the TV, not blasting radios, nothing. Okay, maybe Jack Johnson’s new single on my IPOD (have I said how addicted I am to that thing??), or Jonny Lang, but that is it!
On Friday, I get eight glorious hours of quiet time as I drive to Lubbock to see my Dad. Five hundred and ten miles of nothing but me and a radio, if I choose to listen to anything. Glorious, but by Sunday the silence will be deafening, and I will be jones-ing for those sweet nonstop voices. Whoever said absence makes the heart grow fonder had no idea how true those words could be for a frazzled mom.
I think I hear one of those sweet voices right this second. Going to drink it up this morning, knowing I get my timeout this afternoon. Happy day!
