Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Too Quiet to Think

It's so quiet in our house right now that I can't even think. I'm conditioned to living in an environment where my thoughts must compete with a sometimes shrill, ear spitting racket. Now my thoughts seem to boom and echo through the hushed noises of the house. With our oldest off to 1st grade and our youngest quietly playing by herself, I can't get anything done let alone think.

Really, there is noise. Noise that has eluded my ears for awhile. The trees are swaying in the wind dropping leaves like they've been caught red handed. Acorns are falling onto our roof making me fell like Henny Penny, and there's a slightly disturbed woodpecker who cannot distinguish the brick of our house from...wood.

I vaguely remember this variety of quiet. It's been a long time and truth be told, I'm not sure that I like it. It makes me feel lazy. It's beckoning me to have one more cup of coffee, read one more chapter, or even *gasp* take a nap.

My eyes keep darting to the clock with the silly fear that I might forget to look for the bus at drop-off time. My mind keeps wandering off to his 1st grade classroom, wondering what he's doing. There's nothing load enough to distract me from missing my 1st grader.


Laurie said...

Put your big girl panties on there mama! He is in great hands and he has one of the coolest boys in his class - Zach! :)

I loved the last two posts & just so you know, I'm currently listening to a clock tick and wondering if it did that all summer or just started this Tuesday.

Feel better.

Stefanie said...

Oh Jen ... I'm right there with you (though only for half the week, thank goodness!) At 2:30 today I think I actually ached for a second as I looked at the clock and tried my hardest to imagine what Caleb was doing. It's a good thing to have raised little boys that we enjoy so much :)

Melinda said...

It's so hard to let them go!

Mom2three said...

I fully understand, but my 1st born is now 17 and I look at the clock and know my time with him is fast ticking away and I'd give a whole lot to have those early years back - even the hard ones.