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.